I am not proud-meek angels, ye invest
New meeknesses to hear such utterance rest
On mortal lips,-"I am not proud"-not proud!
Albeit in my flesh God sent His Son,
Albeit over Him my head is bowed
As others bow before Him, still mine heart
Bows lower than their knees. O centuries
That roll in vision your futurities
My future g
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