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| SON of the Morning: where art thou? | |
| Where is thy heaven-born glory now? | |
| Borne down by the Eternal Will, | |
| O’erpower’d, but retaining still | |
| Some traces of thy noble part, | 5 |
| Sublime in ruin still thou art. | |
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| Son of the Morning; once, thy form | |
| Was with celestial beauty warm. | |
| The matchless grace which then it show’d, | |
| In the third heaven’s refulgence glow’d. | 10 |
| What peerless notes were on thy tongue, | |
| When loud the blest Hosanna rung. | |
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| Thou wert the brightest in the zone | |
| Of seraphs round the eternal throne: | |
| That sight was open unto thee, | 15 |
| Which mortal eye can never see: | |
| Thy feet, with Heaven’s own radiance bright, | |
| Once trod the paths of living light: | |
| None but the arm of Might divine | |
| Could hurl thee from a seat like thine! | 20 |
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| Son of the Morning: where art thou; | |
| Where is thy heaven-born glory now?— | |
| Thy form: there is a grandeur there, | |
| But ’t is the grandeur of despair: | |
| There is a radiance in thine eyes, | 25 |
| But ’t is the fire that never dies.— | |
| Still in thy degradation, great, | |
| Despising time, and scorning fate. | |
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| Redeeming love is not for thee: | |
| Immutable is Heaven’s decree: | 30 |
| Ages shall pass to ages gone; | |
| Eternity will circle on; | |
| All mortal joy and wo will cease; | |
| All nature’s motion be at peace; | |
| But thou must stand, from all apart, | 35 |
| And be, for ever, what thou art. | |
| Immutable thy fate must be; | |
| Redeeming love is not for thee. | |
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