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Be mute who will, who can, Yet I will praise thee with impassion'd voice! Me didst thou constitute a priest of thine In such a temple as we now behold, Rear'd for thy presence; therefore am I bound To worship, here and everywhere. .

blue, deep, glorious heavens!—I lift mine eye, And bless thee, O my God! that I have met And own'd thine image in the majesty Of their calm temple still!—that never yet There hath thy face been shrouded from my sight By noontide blaze, or sweeping storm of night: I bless thee, O my God!