O Happy Few

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04 The Open Door to HeavenUpward draw

rays blinding light;

The startled host

through fiery height;

Vaporous souls

Careen black space;

Streaking trails

Of embered trace;

 

Northward dart the faithful few-

On glistening waves of golden hue-

O glorious change-

Flux flesh away-

Bone to spirit-

Light from clay-

The table is spread;

The linen is new;

The mystery is finished;

O happy few!

12 The 144000 Sealed

 

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