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But more than Prophet, more Than Angels can adore With face unveiled, is He they go to seek: Blessed be God, Whose grace Shows Him in every place To homeliest hearts of pilgrims pure and meek.


 * The eyes of them that see shall not be dim, and the ears of them that hear shall hearken. Isaiah xxxii. 3

Of the bright things in earth and air How little can the heart embrace! Soft shades and gleaming lights are there - I know it well, but cannot trace.

Mine eye unworthy seems to read One page of Nature's beauteous book; It lies before me, fair outspread - I only cast a wishful look.

I cannot paint to Memory's eye The scene, the glance, I dearest love - Unchanged themselves, in me they die, Or faint or false their shadows prove.

In vain, with dull and tuneless ear, I linger by soft Music's cell, And in my heart of hearts would hear What to her own she deigns to tell.

'Tis misty all, both sight and sound - I only know 'tis fair and sweet - 'Tis wandering on enchanted ground With dizzy brow and tottering feet.

But patience! there may come a time When these dull ears shall scan aright Strains that outring Earth's drowsy chime, As Heaven outshines the taper's light.

These eyes, that dazzled now and weak, At glancing motes in sunshine wink.