NATURAL RELIGION
Reading edition
Up through the mystic deeps of sunny air I cried to God—'O Father, art Thou there?' Sudden the answer, like a flute, I heard: It was an angel, though it seemed a bird.
Reading edition
Up through the mystic deeps of sunny air I cried to God—'O Father, art Thou there?' Sudden the answer, like a flute, I heard: It was an angel, though it seemed a bird.