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| CALL not the heaven Vacancy— | |
| Whose colour, soft and deep, | |
| Compels a tear to every eye | |
| That gazing long will keep; | |
| Whose beauty rests so silently, | 5 |
| Like a maiden’s in a sleep. | |
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| O Father great! this heaven high | |
| Is of Thy love the token; | |
| As sweet and deep as anciently, | |
| Of stillness yet unbroken; | 10 |
| A love is imaged in the sky, | |
| Too great to be outspoken. | |
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| Our earth, the featured Definite, | |
| Has meanings all Divine; | |
| But oneness of the Infinite | 15 |
| Doth in the azure shine; | |
| We seem to see Thee in the height, | |
| Around we look on Thine. | |
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| By works for uses and delight | |
| We learn Thee part by part; | 20 |
| Thy world reveals to gradual sight | |
| How manifold Thou art; | |
| But read at once in heaven bright | |
| Is the fulness of Thy heart. | |
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| When gazing on the open blue, | 25 |
| Our heart and Thine seem near; | |
| Thy love in ours is imaged true, | |
| As skies in water clear; | |
| Clouds come and pass, but still in view | |
| The depths of heart appear. | 30 |
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| We feel—and all our spirit through, | |
| As through the air a bell, | |
| Or odour of a blossom new | |
| Through all a hidden dell, | |
| Spreads joy as deep as heaven’s hue, | 35 |
| Which utterance cannot tell. | |
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