The Kingdom of Heaven
Reading edition
O World that holds me by the wings, How shall my soul escape your snares? So dear are your delightful things, So difficult your toils and cares: That, every way my soul is held By bonds of love, and bonds of hate; With all its heavenly ardours quelled, And all its angels desolate . . . Yet in the heart of every child, God and the world are reconciled! . . .