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 “Nevertheless” (to the blue sky His wither’d hands he rais’d), “What thing soever Thee shall please, That granting, Lord, to me and these, Blessed be Thou! and evermore By every creature prais’d!”

. . . Noon, coming, saw ’mid that fair close, All fragrant, still and bright, One barren mound, set guardian-wise With flowers, on whose rejoicing eyes The absolute high sun pour’d down His strong unshadow’d light.