All that could run or leap or swim Whether in wood, water or cloud, Acclaiming, proclaiming, declaiming Him.
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.
And God would bid His warfare cease, Saying all things were well; And softly make a rosy peace, A peace of Heaven with Hell.
He Who is wrapped in purple robes, With planets in His care, Had pity on the least of things Asleep upon a chair.
Thought is a garment and the soul's a bride That cannot in that trash and tinsel hide: Hatred of God may bring the soul to God.
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