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aspirations.
V.
I move amid a golden cloud;
The green earth springs beneath my tread;
My thoughts like birds with joy are loud;
And every throbbing pulse is glad.
The green earth springs beneath my tread;
My thoughts like birds with joy are loud;
And every throbbing pulse is glad.
This very day, this blessed day,
Thee face to face shall I behold;
Like seas, when storms have ebbed away,
And hills, when thunders on have rolled,
Thee face to face shall I behold;
Like seas, when storms have ebbed away,
And hills, when thunders on have rolled,
That lie like babes all hushed and bright,
And suck in sun and rainbow-skies;
Thus will I drink the words of light,
Falling adown thy lips and eyes.
And suck in sun and rainbow-skies;
Thus will I drink the words of light,
Falling adown thy lips and eyes.
Oh dewy calm! Oh peace divine!
More still than fragrant summer-air;
To feel my spirit kneel to thine,
In hushed and reverential prayer.
More still than fragrant summer-air;
To feel my spirit kneel to thine,
In hushed and reverential prayer.
