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when he who is all good, all beauty, and all truth, will light the inmost shrine of my heart? When shall I sink at last, ever beholding him, into that Ocean of delight? Lord, as Infinite wisdom Thou shalt enter my soul, and my unquiet mind, made speechless by Thy sight, Will find a haven at thy feet. In my hearts firmament, O Lord, thou wilt arise As Blissful Immortality; And as, the chakora beholds the rising moon, It sports about for very joy. So, too shall I be filled with heavenly happiness, when thou appearest unto me. |
