| Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. And pass the blue bars Of heaven. I will catch hands with God And speak with Him, I Will kiss the lips of the seraphim And the deep-eyed cherubim I will pluck of the flowers that nod Row upon row upon row, In the infinite gardens of God. |
