Then, like a clock that calls us at the hour → when the bride of God gets up to sing 141 matins to her bridegroom, that he should love her still, when a cog pulls one wheel and drives another, chiming its ting-ting with notes so sweet 144 that the willing spirit swells with love, → thus I saw that glorious wheel in motion, matching voice to voice in harmony and with sweetness that cannot be known 148 except where joy becomes eternal.
