Sweet rapturous soul
In benighted times
I've swoon to move
To that sacred place
Where the blessed resides,
In paradise, beyond the starry skies.
Sweetest pleasure soaring high
Higher than the eagles fly,
I take my rest in that place
The temples quiet hermitage-
I take my rest in that place
And dwell in triumphant wonderment.
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