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And yet it is certain, in the regions prepared for pious souls, they conserve not only an existence in (or agreeable to) nature, but are encircled with glory. There the sun with glorious ray, Chasing shady night away, Makes an everlasting day; Where souls in fields of purple roses play; Others in verdant plains disport, Crowned with trees of every sort, Trees that never fruit do bear, But always in the blossom are.From Pindar.
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The rivers there without rude murmurs gently glide, and there they meet and bear each other company, passing away their time in commemorating and running over things past and present.
