  When thou dost quit this mortal abode, Immortal spirit, beware thee Lest dangers seek to ensnare thee; Through death and night conducteth the road. The soldiers of God at the golden door Of the city of light are collected; Here actions and deeds are respected, Mere name and station avail no more. The pilgrim leaves at the portal behind His shoes so heavy and dusty; O enter with confidence trusty, Soft slippers, sweet music, and rest thou’lt find. |
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