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A New Light Doth Shine

At whose blest sound divine
My soul that in forgetfulness hath lain
     With a new light doth shine
And unto memory plain
     Of its first splendid origin attain.

Up through the fields of air
It wings, till in the highest sphere it dwells
And a new music there
It hears, music that wells
Undying, and all other kinds excels.

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