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XLII.
All white below, and brightly blue above!
A fitting temple for Eternal Love,
December's World of snow and sky! art thou.
The groinings of its roof no stone require;
The spangles of its dome are worlds of fire;
Its pillars are the Everlasting Now.
Throned on his deeds, He reigns—by all beheld,
By all obey'd; soul-felt, and soul-adored,
And soul-proclaim'd; of Life and Death the Lord!
I kneel to Him in reverence, not in fear;
And on his forehead, easy to be spell'd,
Read his great precept, “Let the soul be free.”
Oh, God of Works! why should I worship here
A god of words, when I can worship Thee?
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