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AT THE RABENFLUH
THUN
God sent them sun, and since they loved the light
Straight up for Heaven obediently they grew;
God sent them storm, and, tried in every thew,
Yea, even with pain, they waxed by day and night.
And there they stood broad-based upon the height,
A silent, uncommunicative crew,
Till the clouds gathered and the lightning flew,
Then all sang loud together in their might.
Straight up for Heaven obediently they grew;
God sent them storm, and, tried in every thew,
Yea, even with pain, they waxed by day and night.
And there they stood broad-based upon the height,
A silent, uncommunicative crew,
Till the clouds gathered and the lightning flew,
Then all sang loud together in their might.
And wandering through that solemn-hearted wood,
As in some vast cathedral, on the hill,
I heard soft organ music, angel speech,
Saying, ‘Thrice blest is human brotherhood,
Where each unjealous seeks the sun, and each
Strong for the storm can commune or be still.’
As in some vast cathedral, on the hill,
I heard soft organ music, angel speech,
Saying, ‘Thrice blest is human brotherhood,
Where each unjealous seeks the sun, and each
Strong for the storm can commune or be still.’
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