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WORSHIP
I do not crave forgiveness that I stood
Before some work of wondrous perfect art
Enraptured: or in God's own shrine apart
Heard such a music rare it thrilled my blood
To sensuous passion: or beside a wood
One soft June eve I watched the swallows dart
Over a quiet pool: whilst yet my heart
Naught felt but joy its deep recesses flood.
Before some work of wondrous perfect art
Enraptured: or in God's own shrine apart
Heard such a music rare it thrilled my blood
To sensuous passion: or beside a wood
One soft June eve I watched the swallows dart
Over a quiet pool: whilst yet my heart
Naught felt but joy its deep recesses flood.
O God, for all came of thee! Thy spirit wrought
The sense within me and receptive mood
That drank of their beauty. Sure enjoyment caught
Though of mere sound or sight is tribute clear
From man to his Creator's presence near
In sentient faith and heart-born gratitude.
The sense within me and receptive mood
That drank of their beauty. Sure enjoyment caught
Though of mere sound or sight is tribute clear
From man to his Creator's presence near
In sentient faith and heart-born gratitude.
November 19th, 1917.
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