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Let me be to Thee as the circling bird

Let me be to Thee as the circling bird,
Or bat with tender and air—crisping wings
That shapes in half—light his departing rings,
From both of whom a changeless note is heard.
I have found my music in a common word,
Trying each pleasurable throat that sings
And every praised sequence of sweet strings,
And know infallibly which I preferred.
 
The authentic cadence was discovered late
Which ends those only strains that I approve,
And other science all gone out of date
And minor sweetness scarce made mention of:
I have found the dominant of my range and state —
Love, O my God, to call Thee Love and Love.

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