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Good Angels, I would fain adore,
And trace the secrets of your shore,
In safety guide my feeble bark,
And lift the mantle of the dark!

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How bring we near to mortal eyes
Those infinite realities,
That they may on our spirits dwell,
The Great, the Good, th'Unchangeable?
Upon the glass the creeping fly
Will shut out mightiest worlds on high,
And care, to earthly projects giv'n,
Will hide from man his God and Heav'n.
'Tis distance dwarfs the mighty star,
In Night's blue caves scarce seen afar,
But the great God to us is near,
As mortal eye, or mortal ear,
And that vast sea, which knows no shore,
With all its floods is at the door.
'Tis in the holy Liturgy
We come to sit its margin nigh,
Till haply so familiar grown,
With glorious things to man made known,
We by that standard rightly scan
How little, and how great is man.
It is the soul in love and fear,
Kindling to life th'eternal sphere,
Till mightiest things that fill the sky,
And walk in immortality,
Assemblages of light around,
Wakening throughout the dim profound,

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All tremblingly begin to stir,
A living amphitheatre,
Where Jesus mid the dark serene
O'er the vast circuit walks unseen.
'Tis thoughtfulness on brooding wing,
Earth's lowliest duties cherishing,
And prayer that bringeth down the skies
With dread immortal companies.
Thus in Thy hallow'd house on earth,
Breathing the breath of our new birth,
As thro' a portal we descry,
Growing upon the gazing eye,
The palace of eternity.
Without, forgetful we are Thine,
We seek for happiness, and pine,—
There, in the ocean of Thy love,
Remember that in Thee we move,
And breathe the life-restoring air
Of Thy calm presence;—earthly care
Looses her hold; Faith more and more
Admits to her celestial store.