 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Lo, full of holy thought
Thrall Cædmon lifteth up anew his looks,
And horny pálms to Heavenward, whither mounts
His lowly spirit; where dwelleth All-Fatherhood.
Take on new grace, those rude-limned looks of his;
Whiles, after Saxon sort, lay-wright, his lips
Quoth:
Thrall Cædmon lifteth up anew his looks,
And horny pálms to Heavenward, whither mounts
His lowly spirit; where dwelleth All-Fatherhood.
Take on new grace, those rude-limned looks of his;
Whiles, after Saxon sort, lay-wright, his lips
Quoth:
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |