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SOLOMON
Stands the great king regarding as he stands
The bright perfected labour of his hands:
Then with no doubtful voice or trembling tone
Calls to the Presence he has made his own:
“All gold within and gilded
This house that I have builded,
It is ready for a king in his array:
Behind the curtain's hiding
The Highest is abiding;
We have found Him, He is with us from to-day.”
The bright perfected labour of his hands:
Then with no doubtful voice or trembling tone
Calls to the Presence he has made his own:
“All gold within and gilded
This house that I have builded,
It is ready for a king in his array:
Behind the curtain's hiding
The Highest is abiding;
We have found Him, He is with us from to-day.”
But we grown wiser than the wise and made
For all our wisdom all the more afraid,—
Each man of each despairingly enquires
For God whom with despairing he desires:
“Have ye for all your duty
Beheld Him in His beauty?
Are there others who have known Him otherwhere?
The days around us darken,
He hears not nor will hearken,
He is gone into the infinite of air.”
For all our wisdom all the more afraid,—
Each man of each despairingly enquires
For God whom with despairing he desires:
“Have ye for all your duty
Beheld Him in His beauty?
Are there others who have known Him otherwhere?
The days around us darken,
He hears not nor will hearken,
He is gone into the infinite of air.”
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