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THE POET

When with his insight we are blest,
     Shall share his ecstasy;
Oh, come the day when all shall sing
     As blithe a song as he!

Lord Christ, Thou art the King of Love,
     Thou art the Poet true;
The men who would Thy vision share
     Must learn Thy works to do,
All, all shall have the singing heart
     Whose feet Thy steps pursue!

Pitz Ortler: 1882.