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How should I rest in Paradise,

Or sit on steps of Heaven alone?
If Saints and Angels spoke of love
Should I not answer from my throne?
Have pity upon me, ye my friends,
For I have heard the sound thereof:
1 Should I not turn with yearning eyes,
Turn earthwards with a pitiful pang?
O save me from a pang in Heaven!
By all the gifts we took and gave,
Repent, repent, and be forgiven :
This life is long, but yet it ends;
Repent and purge your soul and save:
No gladder song the morning stars
Upon their birthday morning sang
Than Angels sing when one repents.

I tell you what I dreamed last night:
A spirit with transfigured face
Fire-footed clomb an infinite space.
I heard his hundred pinions clang,
Heaven-bells rejoicing rang and rang,
Heaven-air was thrilled with subtle scents,
Worlds spun upon their rushing cars :
He mounted shrieking: "Give me light!"
Still light was poured on him, more light;
Angels, Archangels he outstripped,

Exultant in exceeding might,

And trod the skirts of Cherubim.

Still "Give me light," he shrieked; and dipped

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His thirsty face, and drank a sea,
Athirst with thirst it could not slake.

I saw him, drunk with knowledge, take
From aching brows the aureole crown,
His locks writhed like a cloven snake,
He left his throne to grovel down
o And lick the dust of Seraphs' feet:
For what is knowledge duly weighed ?
Knowledge is strong, but love is sweet;
Yea, all the progress he had made
Was but to learn that all is small
¡Save love, for love is all in all.

I tell you what I dreamed last night:
It was not dark, it was not light,

Cold dews had drenched my plenteous hair
Through clay; you came to seek me there.
t And "Do you dream of me?" you said.
My heart was dust that used to leap
To you; I answered half asleep:

“ "My pillow is damp, my sheets are red,
There's a leaden tester to my bed:

120 Find you a warmer playfellow,
A warmer pillow for your head,

A kinder love to love than mine."

You wrung your hands; while I like lead
Crushed downwards through the sodden earth :
You smote your hands but not in mirth,
And reeled but were not drunk with wine.

For all night long I dreamed of you: I woke and prayed against my will,

Then slept to dream of you again.

13 At length I rose and knelt and prayed: I cannot write the words I said,

My words were slow, my tears were few; But through the dark my silence spoke Like thunder. When this morning broke, /3 My face was pinched, my hair was gray, And frozen blood was on the sill

Where stifling in my struggle I lay.

If now you saw me you would say:
Where is the face I used to love?
140 And I would answer: Gone before;
It tarries veiled in Paradise.

When once the morning star shall rise,
When earth with shadow flees away
And we stand safe within the door,
Then you shall lift the veil thereof.
Look up, rise up for far above

Our palms are grown, our place is set;
There we shall meet as once we met,
And love with old familiar love.

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UP-HILL.

OES the road wind up-hill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.

Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet otner wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.

Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labor you shall find the sum.

Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.