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 And the mystery of each glaring Flower o'erwhelm with wonder dim;— We, who see all things preparing Some Great Spirit's world for him!

Under pomps and splendid glamour Of the night skies limitless; Through the weird and growing clamour Of the swaying wilderness;

Through each shock of sound that shivers The serene palms to their height, By white rolling tongues of rivers Launched with foam athwart the night;

Lost and safe amid such wonders, We prolong our human bliss; Drown the terrors of the thunders In the rapture of our kiss.

By some moon-haunted savanna, In thick scented mid-air bowers Draped about with some liana, O what passionate nights are ours!