A dimness of a glory glimmers here
Through veils and distance from the space remote.
A faintest far vibration of a note
Reaches to us and seems to bring us near;
Causing our face to glow with bravest cheer,
Making the serried mist to stand afloat,
Subduing languor with an antidote,
And strengthening love perfect to cast out fear;
Till at each moment golden city walls
Rise looming on us, golden walls of home,
Light of our eyes and where no darkness falls;
Then through the dreamed-of darkness
We hear the tender voice that calls,
"Follow me hither, follow; rise, and come.
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