His cry is: “O Lord!” And God wipes off his tears.
Abasement in him, is by God highly prized.
His blasphemies, o’er other men’s faith are raised.[206]
Each instant, in soul, he ascends to heaven’s gate;
His mitre’s with crowns capped, of infinite state.[207]
His frame’s here on earth; his pure soul with the Lord
In heaven’s highest sphere, above man’s thought or word.35
A heaven such as this thou contemplatest not;
Thou every moment imaginest—what?
With him “where” and “nowhere” are quite equal felt.