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O sweet and dim the lights and shade,
Across the minster stealing;
I heard the grand old organ play'd,
The anthem upward pealing.
One boy's sweet voice above the rest,
I heard so clearly ringing,
The Angels must his dreams have blest,
To teach him such sweet singing.

His earnest eyes to heav'n were bent,
With yearning pure and lowly;
To follow where his singing went,
And join the Angels holy,
No gentle mother's love had he,
But God had comfort giv'n,
For he might sing on earth, and she
Might hear her child from heav'n.

Last night I dreamt of harps of gold,
Heav'n's gates were roll'd asunder.
I saw the grave sweet face of old,
Uprais'd in joy and wonder.
He sings among the Angels now,
Beside the crystal river,
The light of God is on his brow,
For ever and for ever.

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