ON THE HEIGHTS.
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It lifts its radiant solitude
High over all.
High over all.
———
As sometimes when with indrawn breath
We see some well-belovèd face
Pass up the shadowy vale of death
To God's dear grace,—
We see some well-belovèd face
Pass up the shadowy vale of death
To God's dear grace,—
Through all the mists of soul and sense,
The eye of faith, with outlook fond,
Can see far off the light intense
On heights beyond,—
The eye of faith, with outlook fond,
Can see far off the light intense
On heights beyond,—
Serene amid the gathering gloom,
And lit with radiance from above,
Where heaven's eternal glories bloom,
And God's pure love.
And lit with radiance from above,
Where heaven's eternal glories bloom,
And God's pure love.
