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THOUGHTS OF HEAVEN. 
Forget this world, my restless sprite, 
Turn, turn thy thoughts to heaven 5 
There must thou soon direct thy flight, 
If errors are forgiven. 
To bigots and to'sects .nknown, 
Bow down beneath the Almighty’s throne, — 
To him address thy trembling prayer ; 
He who is merciful and just 
Will not reject a child of dust, 
Although his meanest care. BYRON. 
Oh! beautiful is heaven, and. bright 
With long, long summer days; 
I see its lilies gleam in light, 
Where many a fountain plays. 
Oh! Heaven is where no secret dread 
May haunt Love’s meeting hour; 
Where, from the past, no gloom is sked 
O’er the heart’s chosen bower 5 
Where every severed wreath is bound 5 
And none have heard the knell 
That smites the soul in that wild sound, — 
« Farewell! beloved, farewell! ” 
Mrs. HEMANS. 
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