Through the clouds I saw a face And marked it a supernatural Grace And on the earth beneath the sod I saw a worm and called it God. In this life I met a man Whose vision all the world could scan His compassionate infinity Touched the very core of me. Arriving home I looked at Her,
I, the errant offerer Eternal beauty I did meet And bowed my head to touch Her feet.
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