A Song of healing lyrics

by

Percy Bysshe Shelley


Love, from its awful throne of patient power
In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour
Of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep
And narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs
And folds over the world its healing wings
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