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has a thousand raptures still
 * To crowd the common ways,

For Beauty walks with him who will,
 * Close comrade of his days.

Each season with its coming brings
 * A store of fresh delight,

For joy is at the heart of things
 * For him who sees aright.

O eloquent the light that thrills
 * Along the morning sky!

O lovely are the dreaming hills
 * When silent night draws nigh!

The rhythmic sun and stars reveal
 * Our habitation wide,

Cradled in mystery, still we feel
 * Secure and satisfied;