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English Poets of the Eighteenth Century · Chapter 35Philip Doddridge
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Sursum
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell, With all your feeble light; Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, Pale empress of the night.
And thou refulgent orb of day, In brighter flames arrayed; My soul that springs beyond thy sphere, No more demands thine aid.
Ye stars are but the shining dust Of my divine abode, The pavement of those heavenly courts Where I shall reign with God.
The Father of eternal light Shall there His beams display; Nor shall one moment's darkness mix With that unvaried day.
No more the drops of piercing grief Shall swell into mine eyes; Nor the meridian sun decline Amidst those brighter skies.