“So far this LIGHT the Raies extends, As that no place IT comprehends.
So deepe this SOUND, that though it speake,
It cannot by a Sence so weake
Be entertain’d. A REDOLENT GRACE
The Aire blowes not from place to place.
A pleasant TASTE, of that delight
It doth confound all appetite.
A strict EMBRACE, not felt, yet leaves
That vertue, where it takes it cleaves.
This LIGHT, this SOUND, this SAVOURING GRACE,
This TASTEFULL SWEET, this STRICT EMBRACE,
No PLACE containes, no EYE can see,
My GOD is; and there’s none but Hee.”
Excerpt From: MacDonald, George. “St. George and St. Michael.” iBooks.
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