244 ~ O Could Our Thoughts
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O could our thoughts and wishes fly, Above these gloomy shades, To those bright worlds beyond the sky, Where sorrow ne'er invades!
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There, joys unseen by mortal eyes, Or reason's feeble ray, In ever-blooming prospect rise, Exposed to no decay.
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Lord, send a beam of light divine, To guide our upward aim; With one reviving look of Thine, Our languid hearts inflame.
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O then, on faith's sublimest wing, Our ardent souls shall rise To those bright scenes where pleasures spring Immortal in the skies.