Living soul, from my hand
Out clouds' brightening hung
Dropped, aslanted;
Little seed, by Love's own
Force of warm blowing, and
Breath, implanted;
- Also with this knowledge
Innate, as dormant, that
"Heaven's within".
An angel, yet upstood,
And strong; in its virtues
Full-flowering.
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