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THE BEATIFIC VISION

Through what fierce incarnations, furled

In fire and darkness, did I go,

Ere I was worthy in the world

To see a dandelion grow?

Well, if in any woes or wars

I bought my naked right to be,

Grew worthy of the grass, nor gave

The wren, my brother, shame for me.

But what shall God not ask of him

In the last time when all is told,

Who saw her stand beside the hearth,

The firelight garbing her in gold?