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 For when our souls have learnd the heat to bear

The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice

Saying: come out from the grove my love & care.

And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

Thus did my mother say and hilsed me.

And thus I say to little English boy.

When I from black and he from white cloud free,

And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:

Ill shade him from the heat till he can bear.

To lean in joy upon our fathers knee

And then Ill stand and stroke his silverhair

And be like him and he will then love me