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Rh MOTHER Nature, look upon thine own! From men and cities and the thronging ways We come to fall before thy gracious throne, In this deep solitude, where thou wilt raise Our burdened hearts, bewildered with the bliss And changing anguish of tumultuous days, To thy pure heights of peace. Ah, mother, kiss The fever from our lips that lost their song When they forgot thy touch, as seabirds miss The passion of their wings when human wrong Hath borne them inland from their natal spray. Calm goddess, speak thy word that maketh strong, While o'er our wearied brows light shadows play, Dropt from the leaves that fleck the azure day.