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Jerusalem the golden!
With milk and honey blest,
Beneath thy contemplation
Sink heart and voice opprest:
I know not, oh, I know not
What joys await us there;
What radiancy of glory,
What light beyond compare.

— John Mason Neale

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Variants

'What social joys are there,' · 'bliss' for 'light' See also: Bernard of Cluny, De Contemptu Mundi

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Brief life is here our portion,
Brief sorrow, short-lived care:
The Life that knows no ending,
The tearless Life, is there.

Good King Wenceslas look'd out
On the Feast of Stephen,
When the snow lay round about,
Deep, and crisp, and even.

Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,
Bring me pine-logs hither.

O come, O come, Emmanuel,
And ransom captive Israel.

In his master’s steps he trod,
Where the snow lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed.

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