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REFRESHMENT OF THE SOVL
Father
unseen, whose hand I feel
In earth and sea and skies,
When knowledge opens seal by seal
And man grows proudly wise,
And more and more beneath his heel
Fair ruined Nature lies;
In earth and sea and skies,
When knowledge opens seal by seal
And man grows proudly wise,
And more and more beneath his heel
Fair ruined Nature lies;
Oh, lead me in some lonely spot
Where simple wood-flowers blow;
And as I ask for whom, for what
So wonderful they grow,
Whisper my soul—Man knows it not,
And may not hope to know.
Where simple wood-flowers blow;
And as I ask for whom, for what
So wonderful they grow,
Whisper my soul—Man knows it not,
And may not hope to know.
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