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Thus as she spake, all things appear'd to see
And feel the presence of divinity.
The brooks went downward with a gladlier cheer;
The trees bow'd gently, with rejoicing fear;
Beneath her feet the gay earth shone new-vested,
And o'er her head a skyey glory rested;
Her beck was to me, and my thought once more
Heard her calm voice, more serious than before.
And feel the presence of divinity.
The brooks went downward with a gladlier cheer;
The trees bow'd gently, with rejoicing fear;
Beneath her feet the gay earth shone new-vested,
And o'er her head a skyey glory rested;
Her beck was to me, and my thought once more
Heard her calm voice, more serious than before.
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