Far heavens I aspire for
But am unable to reach,
Hence I berate all angels fair
And the Gods I do beseech;
I wonder why the skies are blue
Perhaps its gloom in disguise,
I ask the tallest hill I find
If it can see paradise;
It looks at me with saddened eyes
In a silent doleful plea,
Commending that I search within
To be face to face with he.
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