Where Is Your Dwelling, Ye Sainted? (Air.--Hasse.)

Where is your dwelling, ye Sainted?         Thro' what Elysium more bright     Than fancy or hope ever painted,         Walk ye in glory and light?     Who the same kingdom inherits?         Breathes there a soul that may dare     Look to that world of Spirits,         Or hope to dwell with you there?     Sages! who even in exploring         Nature thro' all her bright ways,     Went like the Seraphs adoring,         And veiled your eyes in the blaze--     Martyrs! who left for our reaping         Truths you had sown in your blood--     Sinners! whom, long years of weeping         Chastened from evil to good--     Maidens! who like the young Crescent,         Turning away your pale brows     From earth and the light of the Present,         Looked to your Heavenly Spouse--     Say, thro' what region enchanted         Walk ye in Heaven's sweet air?     Say, to what spirits 'tis granted,         Bright, souls, to dwell with you there?