Among those bright angelic Ranks for thee.
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or thee, they wait—and with expectant Eye, Thy Spouse leans forward from th' ethereal Sky, Thus in my Hearing, ‘Come away,” the cries, “Partake the sacred Raptures of the Skies! “Our Bliss divine, to Mortals is unknown, “And endless Scenes of Happiness our own; “May the dear!” Off-Spring of our earthy Love, “Receive Admittance to the joys above “Attune the Harp to more than mortal Lays, “And pay with us, the Tribute of their Praise “To Him, who died, dread Justice to appease, “Which reconcil'd, holds Mercy in Embrace; “Creation too, herMaker'sDeath bemoan'd, “Retir'd the Sun, and deep the Centre groan'd, “He in his Death flew ours, and as he rose. “He crush'd the Empire of our hated Foes. “How vain their Hopes to put the God to flight, “And render Vengeance to the Sons of Light!” Thus having spoke she turn'd away her Eyes,
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