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Dear Lord! thy shadow is forth spread On all mine eye can see; And filled at the pure fountain-head Of deepest piety, My heart loves all created things, And travels home to Thee.

Around me while the sunshine flings A flood of mocky gold, Aly chastened spirit once more sings As it was wont of old, That lay of gratitude which burst From young heart uncontrolled,

When, in the midst of nature nursed, Sweet influences fell On childly hearts that were athirst, Like soft dews in the bell Of tender flowers that bowed their heads, And breathed a fresher smell.

So, even now this hour hath sped In rapturous thought o'er me, Feeling myself with nature wed— A holy mystery— A part of earth, a part of heaven, A part, great God! of Thee.