That scrawny cry It was A chorister whose c preceded the choir. It was part of the colossal sun, Surrounded by its choral rings, Still far away. It was like A new knowledge of reality.
When, O crowned Jesus ; when, O loving Saviour; when, O patient and just Judge when wilt Thou come forth from Thy hiding, and change tears to smiles , and groans to joys ? When shall that choral song burst forth, sweeping through the air , and circling about Thy throne, which shall proclaim the redemption of the world to the Lord God ?