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Oxford poetry, 1918

GAUDIUM IN COELO

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I DREAMED that I was dead, and after My soul had passed its mortal bars I caught an echo of rolling laughter Across the intervening stars. And all my fear was changed to wonder, I knew the rapture of the blest; To hear the immortal sons of thunder Applaud each day the immortal jest.

E. E. ST. L. HILL (KEBLE)

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