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 Their broad gold fringes wave, the weak eye rests From his transpiercing glance of unveiled glory.
 * Hail! glorious image of the King of Kings!

Seen or unseen, thou givest light, and life, And joy, and beauty to revolving worlds That circle round thy throne. Centre of Power! Thy mystery of might upholds, sustains, And governs as the Delegate of God, Their measur'd harmony of ceaseless motion; Reining their fleetness with an arm of strength Felt and obeyed in the far depths of space, Where roll remotest planets round their spheres In twilight solitude unseen, unknown. Rev. H. H. Dugmore.