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The niche a little narrow: well,
As the cell
Your world, your body—all things seen—
Must have been
About the soul that day by day
Groped and felt
To God's own house and found the way
As you knelt:
In an attitude of prayer
O how fair!
All the body crouched, constrained
As if pained
With the spirit's inward groan
To entreat
For a sin you could not own,
O how sweet!
Hands God making must have praised;
Clasped and raised
Holy mediæval way
Used to pray;
