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 1 Text      | eternally new. ~At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart
 2 Text,  1  |         before thy presence. ~I touch by the edge of the far-spreading
 3 Text,  3  |         knowing that thy living touch is upon all my limbs. ~I
 4 Text,  5  |   garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and
 5 Text,  44 |     heart, and it is the golden touch of his feet that makes my
 6 Text,  46 |        which only waits for his touch to vanish. Ah, my closed
 7 Text,  62 |     never lose the bliss of the touch of the one in the play of
 8 Text,  68 |        are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And
 9 Text,  71 |        folds his feet, at whose touch I forget myself. ~Days come
10 Text,  72 |        of sight and hearing and touch will bear thy delight. ~
11 Text,  79 |       my sun ever-glorious! Thy touch has not yet melted my vapour,
12 Text,  86 |       once feel that lost sweet touch in the allness of the universe. ~
13 Text,  95 |    limbs have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch; and
14 Text,  95 |         his touch who is beyond touch; and if the end comes here,
15 Text,  102|        my senses spread out and touch this world at thy feet. ~