The glamour of God is come down about my soul,
And He who made all loveliness has decked my heart in spring,
And garlanded me round about with tender buds
Of flowers and scented things, and love and light.
I see no rain, no sad grey skies,
For the glamour of God has come down about mine eyes,
And the Voice of the Maker of all loveliness
Calling to my soul, leads me enchanted
Up the glittering mysteries of Infinity.
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[Transcriber's notes: The name of the author, Lilian Staveley, is not mentioned on the title page of this text, but I have added it here. Also I have made two spelling changes:
"subsitute another picture" to "substitute another picture"
"accepts the sinner long long before he is a saint" to "accepts the sinner long before he is a saint".]