No higher
Than the height
I listen thy call
Why for then, You
Wrestle my thought
Silence enwrapped
What the composure did
To me by thy spell
It snatched
All thy faith, from
My beating heart
No degree counted
My worth, in
Any angle it turned.
My 'self' rescued me
From the yonder yell
Keeping deaf, to
His every enchant!
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