TRAILING CLOUDS OF GLORY
DO WE COME, FROM GOD
WHO IS OUR HOME
Both beauty and exactitude take title
to my claim - and only now, by them,
am I mad. Mad like an artist, and mad
past redemption. In such a way, truly,
will I live forever. (Trailing clouds of
glory do we come, from God
who is our home).
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