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I watch the cloud soft-poised in upper air

And feel a presence bodied in its folds,

The wind in dark and shine a voice aye holds,

The noontide forest listens to my prayer.

The trampling seas with rumbling chariots bear

Significant behests in heats and colds,

Urim fire throbs intense on barren wolds—

The crystal globëd dew-drops Love declare!

The silence of the wheeling heavens by night,

By day, is but the pealing anthem sweet

Beyond the pitch of my dull ears to hear,

While veiling shadows are the excess of light

That marks the goings of His power so near,

And hides Love's regal presence on His seat.