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I cried, ‘Dear Angel, lead me to the heights, / And spur me to the top. ' / The Angel answered, ‘Stop / And set thy house in order; make it fair / For absent ones who may be speeding there. / Then will we talk of heights.'
I put my house in order. ‘Now lead on! ' / The Angel said, ‘Not yet; / Thy garden is beset / By thorns and tares; go weed it, so all those / Who come to gaze may find the unvexed rose; / Then will we journey on.'