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" Upon which lifted sign, 

 What worship will be mine ! 

 What addressing, what caressing, 

 What thanks, and praise and blessing ! 



"A windMike joy will rush 

 Through every tree and bush, 

 Bending softly in affection, 



And spontaneous benediction. 

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" Insects, that only may 



Live in a sunbright ray, 

 To my whiteness, to my whiteness 

 Shall be drawn, as to a brightness. 



f( And every moth and bee 



Shall near me reverently, 

 Wheeling round me, wheeling o'er me 

 Coronals of motioned glory. 



f( I ween the very skies 

 Will look down in surprise, 

 When low on earth they see me, 

 With my cloudy aspect dreamy. 

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