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 Gleams there and glows the presence and the grace Even of the mother of all, in perfect pride of place. For otherwhere beneath our world-wide sky There may not be beheld of men that die Aught else like this that dies not, nor may stress Of ages that bow down men's works make less The exultant awe that clothes with power its loveliness. For who sets eye thereon soever knows How since these rocks and waves first rolled and rose The marvel of their many-coloured might Hath borne this record sensible to sight, The witness and the symbol of their own delight, The gospel graven of life's most heavenly law, Joy, brooding on its own still soul with awe, A sense of godlike rest in godlike strife, The sovereign conscience of the spirit of life. Nor otherwhere on strand or mountain tower Hath such fair beauty shining forth in flower Put on the imperial robe of such imperious power. For all the radiant rocks from depth to height Burn with vast bloom of glories blossom-bright As though the sun's own hand had thrilled them through with light And stained them through with splendour: yet from thence Such awe strikes rapture through the spirit of sense From all the inaccessible sea-wall's girth, That exultation, bright at heart as mirth, Bows deeper down before the beauty of earth