The secret of the Lord is set with him
That wonders at His majesty: his praise
Wells from no trembler’s misery: his hymn
Swells the exultant day’s.
His psalm wings upward, and reflected down
Even in Hell makes music and renown.
Aleister Crowley, The Temple of The Holy Ghost, The Mountain Christ
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