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Consecration
Across the throbbing heaven slow creeps the breeze,The Stars look down on me with earnest eyes,
Revealers of the past eternities
And prophets of the future; the strong skies
Lean lovingly o'er earth; the lonely leas
Checquered with shadows of quick-grazing sheep,
And moving branchery of forest trees,
Trembling beneath the watchful moon in sleep,
Are gliding into this calm soul of mine,
Hanging its templed walls with pictures fair.
Open it is unto the heavens divine,
To the glad breathings of the summer air
From shores eternal, holy as the shrine
Wherein a little child first kneels in prayer.
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