Heaven
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Heaven, through the storm-rent skies of Time revealing
Visions, designed by man's death-fearing mind
To hallow his carnal heritage with healing.
Heaven, the last word upon their lips for whom
No morning-star shall burn, beyond that whisper
Going to look for angels in the gloom.
Heaven, the reward of racked renunciation,
When from the body's broken wayside shrine
The spirit in its ultimate aspiration
Shares the world-sacrifice and dies divine.
Heaven, through the storm-rent skies of Time revealing
Visions, designed by man's death-fearing mind
To hallow his carnal heritage with healing.
Heaven, the last word upon their lips for whom
No morning-star shall burn, beyond that whisper
Going to look for angels in the gloom.
Heaven, the reward of racked renunciation,
When from the body's broken wayside shrine
The spirit in its ultimate aspiration
Shares the world-sacrifice and dies divine.
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