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XXXVIII. VAS SPIRITUALE.
High, wingèd Heart, and crowned with fire!
O winged with pinions of the morn
O crowned with flames whose every spire
Bears witness to that crown of thorn!
O winged with pinions of the morn
O crowned with flames whose every spire
Bears witness to that crown of thorn!
Fair Dove of God, that, still at rest,
On speed'st in never wavering flight
Winging the illimitable Breast—
The Omnipresent Infinite;
On speed'st in never wavering flight
Winging the illimitable Breast—
The Omnipresent Infinite;
We stagnate as in seas of lead,
Ice-cold, or warmed with earthly fires:
O that like thine our souls were fed
With sun-like yet serene desires!
Ice-cold, or warmed with earthly fires:
O that like thine our souls were fed
With sun-like yet serene desires!
A vase of quenchless love thou art
Drawn from that boundless Breast divine:—
O that in thee, on-rushing Heart,
Might rest, one hour, this heart of mine!
Drawn from that boundless Breast divine:—
O that in thee, on-rushing Heart,
Might rest, one hour, this heart of mine!
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