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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;