In the tender beauty of their eyes No passion glows, nor any fell disguise, For all with a crystal clarity implies A love descended from those blissful skies
Where suffering is done, transformed by grace And pain outcast, a stranger in that place Where soul by soul in kingly harmony pace The silent steps of a diviner race.
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