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C. M.

Briggs’ Coll.

A Vision of Heaven.

O, heaven is where no secret dread

May haunt us by its power;

Where from the past no gloom is shed

Upon the present hour.

And there the living waters flow

Along the radiant shore;

The soul, now wandering here, shall know

Its burning thirst no more.

The burden of the stranger’s heart,

Which here unknown we bear,

Like the night-shadow shall depart

With our first wakening there.

And, borne on eagle’s wings afar,

Free thought shall claim its dower,

From every sphere, from every star,

Of glory and of power.

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