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whose life-sustaining Presence fills Air, Ocean, central depths, by man untried; Thou for thy worshippers hast sanctified All place, all time;—the silence of the hills Breathes veneration. Founts and choral rills Of thee are murmuring—to its inmost glade The living forest with thy presence thrills, And there is holiness on every shade! —Yet must the thoughtful soul of man invest With dearer consecration those pure fanes, Which, sever'd from all sounds of earth's unrest, Hear nought but suppliant or adoring strains Rise heavenward;—ne'er may cliff or cave possess Their claim on human hearts for solemn tenderness.