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THE VISION OF GOD
O the silences of heaven,
How they speak to me of God,
Now the veil in twain is riven
That concealed where he abode!
Yet its clouds were once around Him,
And I sought Him in despair,
And never there I found Him,
Till I brought Him with me there.
How they speak to me of God,
Now the veil in twain is riven
That concealed where he abode!
Yet its clouds were once around Him,
And I sought Him in despair,
And never there I found Him,
Till I brought Him with me there.
Not the optic glass revealed Him,
No mechanical device
Pierced the darkness that concealed Him
With a vision more precise:
Only lowliness can merit
That His secret He should tell;
Only spirit seeth spirit,
And the heart that loveth well.
No mechanical device
Pierced the darkness that concealed Him
With a vision more precise:
Only lowliness can merit
That His secret He should tell;
Only spirit seeth spirit,
And the heart that loveth well.
Never till His love hath found thee,
Shall the cloud and mist depart;
Vain to seek Him all around thee,
Till He dwell within thy heart.
Not without thee, but within thee
Must the oracle be heard,
As He seeketh still to win thee,
And to guide thee by His word.
Shall the cloud and mist depart;
Vain to seek Him all around thee,
Till He dwell within thy heart.
Not without thee, but within thee
Must the oracle be heard,
As He seeketh still to win thee,
And to guide thee by His word.
When I found Him in my bosom,
Then I found Him everywhere,
In the bud and in the blossom,
In the earth and in the air;
And He spake to me with clearness
From the silent stars that say,
As ye find Him in His nearness,
Ye shall find Him far away.
Then I found Him everywhere,
In the bud and in the blossom,
In the earth and in the air;
And He spake to me with clearness
From the silent stars that say,
As ye find Him in His nearness,
Ye shall find Him far away.
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