[BNP/E3, 49A3 – 39]

3-9-1913

When I do sing the angels come to hear me.

To heaven’s parapet thy love, and found

Such joying looks upon us as cold tears are

From me to them, did not hope higher ascend.

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Ran their subordinate presences. For the end

Of all my centre-leaning thoughts is God

Whichever may my outward hand contend

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The purpose of their stretched towards God the flood

Of my thoughts translates their unopposed †