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The numerous mansions, and the immortal tree,
No eye, unpurged by Death, must ever see,
Or waves which through that wondrous city roll.
Rest then content my too impatient soul;
Observe but here the easy precepts given,
Then wait with chearful hope, till heaven be known in heaven.


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