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The Highest Love (Reprise)

‘Tis said angels are found often to weep
When witnessing the miseries of man
As they their hov’ring vigil ever keep
And ever have kept since this world began

And it is also, though less often, said
By those generally supposed to know
Those entities whom bands of angels head
Do not at such sights so sorrowful grow

And, though it even more unlikely seem,
When souls of sinners come beneath their eyes
They no infraction in that spirit deem
Nor can they see it any otherwise

For those who dwell the Source of Light nearin
Conceive no imperfections: see no sin.

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A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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