Then as a clock tower calls us from above 140 when the Bride of God rises to sing her matins to the Sweet Spouse, that she may earn his love, with one part pulling and another thrusting, tin-tin, so glad a chime the faithful soul swells with the joy of love almost to bursting— 145 just so, I saw that wheel of glories start and chime from voice to voice in harmonies so sweetly joined, so true from part to part that none can know the like till he go free where joy begets itself eternally.
