Come Slowly, Paradise
O dawn upon me slowly, Paradise!
Come not too suddenly,
Lest my just-opened, unaccustomed eyes
Smitten with blindness be.
To those who from Time’s penury and woe
Rise to thy heights afar,
Down which the floods of glory fall and flow,
Too great thy splendors are.
So grow upon me slowly; sweetly break
Across death’s silent deep,
Till to thy morning brightness I shall wake
As one from happy sleep.
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