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Renunciation
Wakeful I lay all night and thought of God.Of heaven, and of the crowns pale martyrs gain.
Of souls in high and purgatorial pain,
And the red path which murdered seers have trod:
I heard the trumpets which the angels blow,
I saw the cleaving sword, the measuring rod.
I watched the stream of sound continuous flow.
Past the gold towers where seraphs make abode.
But now I let the aching splendour go,
I dare not call the crownèd angels peers,
Henceforth! I am content to dwell below,
Mid common joys, with humble smiles and tears.
Delighted in the sun and breeze to grow,
A child of human hopes and human fears.
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