  World-Song O Vision inviolate, O Splendour supernal, We stand in Thy white light like lamps alit in day; Before Thee, Omnipotent, in sight of Thy glory, Our countenance is witherÈd like stars in the sun. Before Thee our symphonies are still’d into silence; Thy wisdom we wot not nor ever shall we know; But from Thy high throne, O God, Thy voice and Thy thunder In utterance reÏterate give glory and strength. Finis Punctuation has been corrected without note. Archaic spellings and hyphenation have been retained. Other errors have been corrected as noted below. Original list of Contents at the beginning contained only listings for Parts in the section IN EXILE so links for individual poem titles have been added for reader convenience. page 26, But but because we must. ==> But because we must. |
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