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In Paradise one perpetually sees a shimmering penumbra of light no mortal glass can reflect, no human imagination rooted in flesh can take in. So when in that dark hovel, no, holy isle of Delos, was born the true Apollo thick dazzling lights burnt, simply since He was there and since He loved us so. They gazed at the beautiful Son and His Mother who made this earth worthy again; they gave thanks to God and to the Holy Spirit's burning torch--and a thousandfold of voices sang the pitiless war's won, the world's good people given endless peace. |
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Notes: From B S1, 3, 178; Mss L and V2 (Ve2?). First published 1900 Tordi 4:39. Reference: Luke 2:14. A twenty-sixth in a series meditating Christ. Key |