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Dharma and the Dead

November 1, 2010

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How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray’r accepted, and each wish resign’d;
Labour and rest, that equal periods keep;
“Obedient slumbers that can wake and weep;”
Desires compos’d, affections ever ev’n,
Tears that delight, and sighs that waft to Heav’n.
Grace shines around her with serenest beams,
And whisp’ring angels prompt her golden dreams.
For her th’ unfading rose of Eden blooms,
And wings of seraphs shed divine perfumes,
For her the Spouse prepares the bridal ring,
For her white virgins hymneals sing,
To sounds of heav’nly harps she dies away,
And melts in visions of eternal day.

~ from Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope

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One comment

  1. Simply STUNNING! Happy communing with those who have gone before.



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