human
I haste to my eternal home, in which the beyond was likened to a bridal chamber and to a
gpt
There was another:
human
Greatly rejoice now, O my soul, which would admit no redeeming feature about this earth, and was really a prayer for release. And there was one filled with the purest folly of Christendom:
gpt
In peace and joy I fare from hence. And this one promised a smiling sleep. But they were all overshadowed by that rejoicing song:
human
Thank God, the hour has come!