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| O THE SILENCES of heaven, | |
| How they speak to me of God, | |
| Now the veil in twain is riven | |
| That concealed where He abode! | |
| Yet its clouds were once around Him, | 5 |
| And I sought Him in despair, | |
| And never there I found Him, | |
| Till I brought Him with me there. | |
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| Not the optic glass revealed Him, | |
| No mechanical device | 10 |
| Pierced the darkness that concealed Him | |
| With a vision more precise: | |
| Only lowliness can merit | |
| That His secret He should tell | |
| Only spirit seeth spirit, | 15 |
| And the heart that loveth well. | |
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| Never till His love hath found thee, | |
| Shall the cloud and mist depart; | |
| Vain to seek Him all around thee, | |
| Till He dwell within thy heart. | 20 |
| Not without thee, but within thee | |
| Must the oracle be heard, | |
| As He seeketh still to win thee, | |
| And to guide thee by His word. | |
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| When I found Him in my bosom, | 25 |
| Then I found Him everywhere, | |
| In the bud and in the blossom, | |
| In the earth and in the air; | |
| And He spake to me with clearness | |
| From the silent stars that say, | 30 |
| As ye find Him in His nearness, | |
| Ye shall find Him far away. | |
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