Up through the mystic deeps of sunny air
I cried to God —‘ O Father, art Thou there?’
Sudden the answer, like a flute, I heard:
It was an angel, though it seemed a bird.
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NATURAL RELIGION · Richard Le Gallienne · Poetry Cove