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 1 Text,  1  | far-spreading wing of my song thy feet which I could never aspire
 2 Text,  6  |            I have sat down at thy feet. Only let me make my life
 3 Text,  9  |      footstool and there rest thy feet where live the poorest,
 4 Text,  9  |       down to the depth where thy feet rest among the poorest,
 5 Text,  44 |           the golden touch of his feet that makes my joy to shine. ~
 6 Text,  50 |         flag!' We stood up on our feet and cried 'There is no time
 7 Text,  58 |          my heart has touched thy feet. ~
 8 Text,  67 |          day to carry back to thy feet clouds made of my tears
 9 Text,  71 |         out through the folds his feet, at whose touch I forget
10 Text,  74 |        towards the washing of thy feet. ~The flower sweetens the
11 Text,  82 |      anklets of light to deck thy feet, but mine will hang upon
12 Text,  85 |        worship him placing at his feet the treasure of my heart. ~
13 Text,  96 |           with eyes bent upon thy feet stands in awe with all its
14 Text,  97 |      death shall I receive at thy feet. ~
15 Text,  99 |        down my silent harp at the feet of the silent. ~
16 Text,  102|           touch this world at thy feet. ~Like a rain-cloud of July