O copper moon in cobalt sky,
brush back confining trees.
Climb Jacob’s silver stairs and rise
on sparks of angel-fire, free.
Incite in hidden, mystic night
God’s own sacred, fearful delight!
brush back confining trees.
Climb Jacob’s silver stairs and rise
on sparks of angel-fire, free.
Incite in hidden, mystic night
God’s own sacred, fearful delight!
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