Oh, could our thoughts our wishes fly
Above these gloomy shades,
To those bright worlds above the sky,
Which sorrow ne’er invades.

There joys unseen by mortal eyes,
Or reason’s feeble ray,
In ever blooming prospect rise,
Expos’d to no decay.

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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