766 My Faith is larger than the Hills — So when the Hills decay — My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the Sun the way — `Tis first He steps upon the Vane — And then — upon the Hill — And then abroad the World He go To do His Golden Will — And if His Yellow feet should miss — The Bird would not arise — The Flowers would slumber on their Stems — No Bells have Paradise — How dare I, therefore, stint a faith On which so vast depends — Lest Firmament should fail for me — The Rivet in the BandsSourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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