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9 She went in the dreamy night
And she seemed to go alone,
For we could not see, with our human sight
The angels that guided her steps aright
To the feet of the Holy One.

10 She will open her weary eyes,
That were closed so dim and cold,
To behold, with wonder and glad surprise,
The beautiful fields of Paradise
And the streets of burnished gold.

11 To see by the jasper light,
The throne of the great I Am;
And the walls of beryl & chrisolite,
And the martyred saints in robes of white,
That follow the blessed Lamb.

12 And there where the ransomed dwell,
And the weary find repose,
I shall meet the darling I loved so well,
With a love that tongue can never tell
That only a husband knows.

And though my feet are slow
To follow the path she trod,
While I linger along this vales below,
In the core of my heart of hearts I know
That darling has gone to God.