Rondeau
When I am set free I’ll be
A marvellous, bright thing to see,
A humbled crown of godly pride,
A rosy thorn within the side
Of all I used to be;
I will shine there such glory
I could not create if I tried.
Christ will glow and glow inside,
When I am set free.
So will the angels think of me
When they have Christ’s face to see?
We’ll all fall in vanquished pride,
Before the conqueror who died
And now, alive, will ever be,
When we are set free.
The Consolations of Writing 