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So I forget a curse yet unrepeal’d, 
All lovely as she looks, on Nature lies,— 
That all above, around me, and beneath, 
Earth, sea, and sky, despite their present calm, 
Obnoxious are to change, and blight, and storm, 
As man to sin and death. 
Remembrance sad! 
And yet, though sad, sweet thoughts ’twill prompt at 
times; 
For if a fallen world be still so fair,— 
A world which sin has marr’d, where sin doth dwell,— 
Oh! what will be that paradise of God 
Prepar’d for those who love Him ! Eye nor ear 
Hath seen or heard the glory. There no blight. 
No change of season comes, for sin is not. 
But God Himself will be the light thereof, 
“ And one unbounded spring encircle all.” 
