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On the morrow in the great Cathedral
Sang he, glad and free,
With the freedom of the bird who findeth
Worlds within one tree,
With the freedom of the holy angels
The face of God who see.
Sang he, glad and free,
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Worlds within one tree,
With the freedom of the holy angels
The face of God who see.
Singing, singing 'midst a wondering City
Rapturously alone!
Thousand thousands to the Song might listen,
He but sang for One!
Rapturously alone!
Thousand thousands to the Song might listen,
He but sang for One!
In His joy, as in a light-sphere folded,
By His love made free;
Singing thus for One, for all was singing,
Lifting all to Thee!
By His love made free;
Singing thus for One, for all was singing,
Lifting all to Thee!
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