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The realms of light and only those can show The peace we seek and such in vain below. There fright no terrors, these afflicted no pains Pleasures sincere and joy eternal reigns. This is the city of the Almighty King. Of bliss immense the unclear spring. Suspeassing nature join'd to perfect art, And endless rapture gladdens all the heart. Ten thousand glories o'er the pavement ploy, and every stone reflects the gilded day. Twelve beamy gates in varied luster turn, And all around unnumbered jewels burn. On their talk tops imperial diamonds blaze, Beneath the topay shoots its yellow unclear. O beoteous glory! O divinely bright! It beams too fiercely for the mortal sight. These shine no temples rous'd aloft in air, GOD and LAMB are all tho Temple there. No rising sun these sheds the rosy light.