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Drooping with beauty, as a lily droops Under bright rain:—but we, my child, are here With God, our God, a Spirit; who requires Heart-worship, given in spirit and in truth; And this high knowledge—deep, rich, vast enough To fill and hallow all the solitude, Makes consecrated earth where'er we move, Without the aid of shrines. What! dost thou feel The solemn whispering influence of the scene Oppressing thy young heart, that thou dost draw More closely to my side, and clasp my hand Faster in thine? Nay, fear not, gentle child! 'Tis love, not fear, whose vernal breath pervades The stillness round. Come, sit beside me here, Where brooding violets mantle this green slope With dark exuberance—and beneath these plumes Of wavy fern, look where the cup-moss holds In its pure crimson goblets, fresh and bright, The starry dews of morning. Rest awhile