  If I had never known How far would I have wandered wistfully alone, Hearing no echo of that wondrous song Whose music lingers long. Beside whose sweetness pale Even the soft notes of the nightingale, Whose theme is wrought of laughter and of tears From all the deathless years. Ah, better thus by far To once have felt the barriers unbar, And known the moment in a rapt surprise The song of Paradise! |
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