No secret anguish, no corporeal pain;
No shivering limbs, no burning fever there;
No soul’s eclipse, no winter of despair.
5 No night shall be in heaven, but endless noon—
No fast declining sun, no waning moon:
But there the Lamb shall yield perpetual light,
’Mid pastures green, and waters ever bright.
HOME—THE FAMILY.
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