HEAVEN
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Ah, what is Heaven? Such Glory that Sun-light Seems darkness, and Mass Music, shell-shut sound. What we call senses here, there so abound, The soul appears a broadening heaven in flight, Feathered and downed with all the stars, whose white Is all hues mingled. Oh, the awe profound! For every moment there, new Heavens astound The myriad senses, with God's Love and Might. If "Holy, Holy, Holy, Evermore?" Be the one chant of angel and of Saint Before the Throne, it is their gaspings faint Between their transports to high Heavens from lower; For, what is love's eternal Firmament But Heaven on Heaven, that we may ceaseless soar?