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 And straightway all things seem to reel and swim,— Suns, moons, earth, stars sweep through the vast profound, Wrapt in a golden mist-light warm and dim, Rolled in a volume of triumphant sound; So in that laughter's joy the whole world carolled round.

The sea, the sky, wood, mountain, stream and plain, Our whole fair world did serve him and adorn, Most like some casual robe which he might deign To use when kinglier vesture was not worn. Was all its being by his soul upborne, That it should render homage so complete? The day and night, the even and the morn, Seemed ever circling grateful round his feet, "With Thee, through Thee we live this rich life pure and sweet!"

For while he loved our broad world beautiful, His placid wisdom penetrated it, And found the lovely words but poor and dull Beside the secret splendours they transmit,