Seraph and Poet, The

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    God-One, and in the Seven,

    And e

    hers

    arm -borns slumber in t

    t sings upon th grave-riven,

    Before ty world, soon self-forgiven

    For wronging

    From s.

    Even so,

    Sing, seraphe glory ! heaven is high;

    Sing, poet h is low:

    the universes inward voices cry

    Amen  to either song of joy and woe:

    Sing, serap,--sing on equally !