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who clothest thyself in mystic form,—

Color, and gleam, and lonely distances;

Whose seat the majesty of ocean is,

Shot o'er with motions of the skyey storm!

Thou with whose mortal breath the soul doth warm

Her being, soaring to eternal bliss;

Whose revelation unto us is this

Dilated world, starred with its golden swarm!

Three rather in myself than heaven's vast light

Flooding the daybreak, better I discern;

The glorious morning makes all nature bright,

But in the soul doth riot more, and burn;

A thousand beauties rush upon my sight,

But to the greater light within I turn.