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I	A
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Order is a lovely thing	B
On disarray it lays its wing	B
Teaching simplicity to sing	B
It has a meek and lowly grace	C
Quiet as a nun's face	C
Lo I will have thee in this place	C
Tranquil well of deep delight	D
Transparent as the water bright	D
All things that shine through thee appear	E
As stones through water sweetly clear	E
Thou clarity	F
That with angelic charity	F
Revealest beauty where thou art	G
Spread thyself like a clean pool	H
Then all the things that in thee are	I
Shall seem more spiritual and fair	J
Reflections from serener air	J
Sunken shapes of many a star	I
In the high heavens set afar	I
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II	A
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Ye stolid homely visible things	K
Above you all brood glorious wings	K
Of your deep entities set high	A
Like slow moons in a hidden sky	A
But you their likenesses are spent	L
Upon another element	M
Truly ye are but seemings	K
The shadowy cast off gleamings	K
Of bright solidities Ye seem	N
Soft as water vague as dream	N
Image cast in a shifting stream	N
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III	A
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What are ye	F
I know not	O
Brazen pan and iron pot	O
Yellow brick and grey flag stone	P
That my feet have trod upon	Q
Ye seem to me	F
Vessels of bright mystery	F
For ye do bear a shape and so	K
Though ye were made by man I know	K
An inner Spirit also made	R
And ye his breathings have obeyed	R
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IV	A
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Shape the strong and awful Spirit	S
Laid his ancient hand on you	T
He waste chaos doth inherit	S
He can alter and subdue	T
Verily he doth lift up	U
Matter like a sacred cup	U
Into deep substance he reached and lo	K
Where ye were not ye were and so	K
Out of useless nothing ye	F
Groaned and laughed and came to be	F
And I use you as I can	V
Wonderful uses made for man	V
Iron pot and brazen pan	V
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V	F
	-
What are ye	F
I know not	O
Nor what I really do	T
When I move and govern you	T
There is no small work unto God	W
He requires of us greatness	K
Of his least creature	X
A high angelic nature	X
Stature superb and bright completeness	K
He sets to us no humble duty	F
Each act that he would have us do	T
Is haloed round with strangest beauty	F
Terrific deeds and cosmic tasks	K
Of his plainest child he asks	K
When I polish the brazen pan	V
I hear a creature laugh afar	I
In the gardens of a star	I
And from his burning presence run	Y
Flaming wheels of many a sun	Y
Whoever makes a thing more bright	D
He is an angel of all light	D
When I cleanse this earthen floor	Z
My spirit leaps to see	F
Bright garments trailing over it	A2
Wonderful lustres cover it	A2
A cleanness made by me	F
Purger of all men's thoughts and ways	K
With labor do I sound Thy praise	K
My work is done for Thee	F
Whoever makes a thing more bright	D
He is an angel of all light	D
Therefore let me spread abroad	B2
The beautiful cleanness of my God	W
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VI	A
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One time in the cool of dawn	C2
Angels came and worked with me	F
The air was soft with many a wing	B
They laughed amid my solitude	D2
And cast bright looks on everything	B
Sweetly of me did they ask	E2
That they might do my common task	E2
And all were beautiful but one	Y
With garments whiter than the sun	Y
Had such a face	K
Of deep remembered grace	K
That when I saw I cried Thou art	G
The great Blood Brother of my heart	G
Where have I seen thee And he said	F2
When we are dancing 'round God's throne	P
How often thou art there	J
Beauties from thy hands have flown	P
Like white doves wheeling in mid air	J
Nay thy soul remembers not	O
Work on and cleanse thy iron pot	O
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VII	A
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What are we I know not	O

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