Here is thy footstool and there rest thy feet where live the poorest, and lowliest, and lost

When I try to bow to thee, my obeisance cannot reach down to the depth where thy feet rest among the poorest, and lowliest, and lost

Pride can never approach to where thou walkest in the clothes of the humble among the poorest, and lowliest and lost.

My heart can never find its way to where thou keep-eat company with the companionless among the poorest.

the lowliest, and the lost

My heart can never find its way to where thou keep-est company with the companionless among the poorest, the lowliest, and the lost

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Thus it is that thy joy in me is so full Thus it is that thou hast come down to me O thou lord of all heavens, where would be thy love if I were not?

Thou hast taken me as thy partner of all *his wealth In y heart is the endless play of thy delight. In my life thy will is ever taking shape

And for this, thou who art die King of longs hast

decked thyself in beauty to captivate my heart. And for this thy love loses itself in the love of thy lover, and there art thou seen in the perfect union of two.

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Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm? to be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy?

AU things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind, no power can hold them back, they rush on.

Keeping steps with that restless, rapid music, seasons come dancing and pass away — colours, tunes, and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment