A grave, on which to rest from singing?
God keeps a niche In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit He brake them to our faces, and denied That our close kisses should impair their white,-- I know we shall behold them raised, complete, The dust swept from their beauty, glorified, New Memnons singing in the great God-light.
O pusillanimous Heart, be comforted And, like a cheerful traveller, take the road Singing beside the hedge.
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