Before the naughty world, soon self-forgiven

God-One, and in the burning of the Seven,

Sing, seraph with the九九藏書 glory ! heaven is high;

Amen to either song of joy and woe:

THE seraph sings before the manifes九-九-藏-書t

Heaving beneath him like a mothers

Warm with her first-borns slumber in that

The universes inward voi九九藏書ces cry

Sing, seraph,--poet,--sing on equally !

For wronging him,--and in the darkness prest

From his own soul by worldly weights.

Even so,

九-九-藏-書The poet sings upon the earth grave-riven,

And with the full life of consummate

Sing, poet with the sorrow ! earth is low: