With some movement,I dance
Clinging to what make
Like antelop-leap my leg
Into some dramatic responding.
My hands in skies scatters in several
As chaff in winds do list in sway.
My songs intense,than
A million voice in a single praise
In dilligence,so praiseworthy
Have I and seems could ever be.
When they will be asking of this
Then I shall tell of this hope
Boundless burning in mine is joy
And is come unto me of the Lord.