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Where the lint-white’s singing paeans,
There, there are earth’s unblest,
The souls that keep unfading
(Like some sad palimpsest),
Above the ages’ imprints,
One pitying Heart’s behest:
“Come, all ye heaven-laden,
And I will give you rest.”
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