Lights up for your impressing
In each of a kind-turned stressing
Angel's glory re-traced.
All that bursts, overwhelms for
Beauty's uncontainable lore:
Ageless Heaven, Earth-faced.
There's no hiding from it, no!
Not from behind which dark woe
Veils for self-praised object.
False shadow that's crossed your mind!
What I, through God's own eye find!
Love's flame-ringed. Pure; direct.
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