FUTURE BLESSEDNESS.

(Anonymous.)

THE blessedness of those above,

Why longs my panting soul to know?

For heavenly bliss I know is love,

And love is felt by saints below.

But love so pure, exalted high
Beyond compute, beyond compare;
No eagle wing that height may fly,
No mortal breathe that upper air.

The soul from sense must be refined,
From earthly hope, from earthly fear;
No guilty doubt may cross the mind,
No sin nor shame may enter there.

There love springs pure and unrepressed, There all are loved, and love again; Love fills each swelling cherub breast, Love res each burning seraph train.

Oh, when shall I-this conflict o'er-
From sin be free, with love be fired?
Oh when in Heaven my God adore,

With love, celestial love inspired?

THE END.

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