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“Himself alone”
Himself alone, the Lord withdrew
Once and again from mortal view;
And, high on the dim mountain side,
He loved with Nature to abide
Under the awful starlit blue.
Once and again from mortal view;
And, high on the dim mountain side,
He loved with Nature to abide
Under the awful starlit blue.
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His footsteps tracked the evening dew
In upland dells He wandered through,
Seeking some nook in which to hide
Himself alone.
In upland dells He wandered through,
Seeking some nook in which to hide
Himself alone.
Beneath Him sleeps the landscape wide;
In silent peace the night-hours glide;
For Nature, if not man, was true,
And through the veil her Maker knew;
And listened as He prayed or sighed,
Himself alone.
In silent peace the night-hours glide;
For Nature, if not man, was true,
And through the veil her Maker knew;
And listened as He prayed or sighed,
Himself alone.
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