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The Tall, The Wise, The Reverend Head Must Lie As Low As Ours.
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The tall, the wise, the reverend head
Must lie as low as ours.
-- Isaac Watts (1674-1748)
-- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book ii, Hymn 63
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Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.
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There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reig
Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain....
And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return.
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Fly, like a youthful hart or roe, Over the hills where spices grow.
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When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I 'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
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Were I so tall to reach the pole, Or grasp the ocean with my span, I must be measured by my soul
The mind 's the standard of the man....
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber! Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head....