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There, beings pure as Heaven’s own air,

Their hopes, their joys together share;

While hovering angels touch the string,

And seraphs spread the sheltering wing.

There cloudless days and brilliant nights,

Illumed by Heaven’s refulgent lights;

There seasons, years, unnoticed roll,

And unregretted by the soul.

Thou little sparkling star of even,

Thou gem upon an azure Heaven,

How swiftly will I soar to thee,

When this imprisoned soul is free!

–Lucretia Maria Davidson
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