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TO THE WAYSIDE ADVERTISERS.
The voice of the waters we hear as an alien tongue,
And the voices of birds that in thickets of Eden sung;
The voice of the winds in the forest, the waves on the beach,
We hear but we understand not, and who will teach?
And the voices of birds that in thickets of Eden sung;
The voice of the winds in the forest, the waves on the beach,
We hear but we understand not, and who will teach?
The wisdom of God, the glory of Heaven, lies
Round us and over, in earth and sea and skies,
As the undeciphered script of an Eastern scroll,
Whose beauty we cherish, but have no key to its soul.
Round us and over, in earth and sea and skies,
As the undeciphered script of an Eastern scroll,
Whose beauty we cherish, but have no key to its soul.
You, whose eyes are holden, whose ears are dull,
To whom the mystery of beauty is nought and null;
Who wake not as birds with the sunrise, as flowers with the spring,
And account of the rainbow itself as a common thing;
To whom the mystery of beauty is nought and null;
Who wake not as birds with the sunrise, as flowers with the spring,
And account of the rainbow itself as a common thing;
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This we pray you, for we are your brothers too,
Happier it may be, we say not better, than you:
Use for the service of Man the earth's wide breast,
But raze not the writing of God for your palimpsest!
Happier it may be, we say not better, than you:
Use for the service of Man the earth's wide breast,
But raze not the writing of God for your palimpsest!
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