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ARNLJOT GELLINE
Songs came to his hearing
From God.
Many, many worlds
Onward were pressing,
For a station straining
Near God.
And when they attained it,
Vaster the space was
Than all the thronging worlds
They passed.
Praise-songs were sunbeams,
Sunbeams were praise-songs,
World without end rising
To God.
“King, get thee up!
Near is the foe,
Wood and dale he fills
With a mighty host.”
Finn it was who spoke then,
The King him answered:
«Ah, thou shouldst have waited
Yet a while.
The Lord to my gaze now
His face was revealing.
In that flaming glory
I trembled.”
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