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I saw the gate to the realms of light;
I saw the choir in their robes of white,
And the gleam of the city's golden spires,
Like the glimmering lights of a thousand fires;

And I heard such music, so rich and clear,
As never fell on a mortal ear;
For one more note of that dulcet strain
I'd live a lifetime of care and pain.

Then mist spread slowly before the scene;
It hid the skies, and the valleys green;
The song of a bird on the still air broke;
The angel left me, and I—awoke.