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 Touched by th' enchantment of that sudden beam Strait the black vapor melteth, and in globes Of dewy glitter gems each plant and tree: On every leaf, on every blade it hangs! Dance glad the new-born intermingling rays. And wide around the landscape streams with glory!

There is one Mind, one omnipresent Mind, Omnific. His most holy name is. Truth of subliming import! with the which Who feeds and saturates his constant soul, He from his small particular orbit flies With blest outstarting! From he flies, Stands in the Sun, and with no partial gaze Views all creation, and he loves it all, And blesses it, and calls it very good!