An Inquiry
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peak, O speak, my angel fair, Is there sadness everywhere— Folly where the flower feedeth Rapids where the river leadeth To delight?
Is there, is there anything An eternal joy can bring— What is real and what but seemeth Like a dream a dreamer dreameth Thru the night?
Can there be, Angel of Love Can there be bright homes above— What is Life—and when it endeth What is Death—why it descendeth I implore?
Tell me, Angel, can it be That thy hand is leading me— Tell me, are these seraphs singing Up in heaven, gladness bringing Evermore?
