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MEDITATION
My temple has a lofty roof
Wherein all planets are at home:
My sight, which holds a world aloof,
Still fails to circumscribe its dome:
While verdure-covered pines and larches
Astounding columns rear, and arches.
Wherein all planets are at home:
My sight, which holds a world aloof,
Still fails to circumscribe its dome:
While verdure-covered pines and larches
Astounding columns rear, and arches.
The floor of emeralds, gold-embossed,
Is swept and garnished, free of cost,
Its music-pipes the birds supply,
Singing like angels as they fly.
Where is its altar's watch and ward?
Dear God! it is not veiled or barred.
Where'er a penitent shall kneel,
A contrite heart its burthen feel,
Or where pure spirits, glad and free,
Thrill with the touch of ecstasy,
Refuge of rapture or despair,
There waits true worship: God is there.
Is swept and garnished, free of cost,
Its music-pipes the birds supply,
Singing like angels as they fly.
Where is its altar's watch and ward?
Dear God! it is not veiled or barred.
Where'er a penitent shall kneel,
A contrite heart its burthen feel,
Or where pure spirits, glad and free,
Thrill with the touch of ecstasy,
Refuge of rapture or despair,
There waits true worship: God is there.
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