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Thro' bright self-offering, earnest, child-like, lone, Find, in illumined secrecy, the sense Of that blest work, its own high recompense.

O ye majestic watchers of the skies! Your gladd'ning fires once more I recognize; Streams on my soul from your immortal eyes. And, if that splendour to my sobered sight Come tremulous, with more of pensive light— Something, though beautiful, yet deeply fraught, With more that pierces thro' each fold of thought