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Age of Angels

Prayer, the Church’s banquet, Angels’ age,
God’s breath in man returning to his birth,
The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
The Christian plummet, sounding heav’n and earth

Engine against th’ Almighty, sinner’s tower,
Reversed thunder, Christ-side-piercing spear,
The six-days’ world transposing in an hour,
A kind of tune, which all things hear and fear

Softness, and peace, and joy, and love and bliss,
Exalted manna, gladness of the best..

The bird of Paradise..
The bird of Paradise!

Heaven in ordinary, man well drest,
The milky way, the bird of Paradise

Church-bells beyond the stars heard, the soul’s blood,
The land of spices; something understood.


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