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| HAPPY those early days, when I | |
| Shined in my Angel-infancy! | |
| Before I understood this place | |
| Appointed for my second race, | |
| Or taught my soul to fancy aught | 5 |
| But a white, celestial thought; | |
| When yet I had not walk’d above | |
| A mile or two from my first Love, | |
| And looking back, at that short space | |
| Could see a glimpse of his bright face; | 10 |
| When on some gilded cloud or flower | |
| My gazing soul would dwell an hour, | |
| And in those weaker glories spy | |
| Some shadows of eternity; | |
| Before I taught my tongue to wound | 15 |
| My conscience with a sinful sound, | |
| Or had the black art to dispense | |
| A several sin to every sense, | |
| But felt through all this fleshly dress | |
| Bright shoots of everlastingness. | 20 |
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| O how I long to travel back, | |
| And tread again that ancient track! | |
| That I might once more reach that plain | |
| Where first I left my glorious train; | |
| From whence th’ enlighten’d spirit sees | 25 |
| That shady City of Palm trees! | |
| But ah! my soul with too much stay | |
| Is drunk, and staggers in the way:— | |
| Some men a forward motion love, | |
| But I by backward steps would move; | 30 |
| And when this dust falls to the urn, | |
| In that state I came, return. | |
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