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the same beauty that we find elsewhere. As 

 William Watson has well said : 



"Nay, what is nature's 

 Self, but an endless 

 Strife towards music, 

 Euphony, rhyme ? 



Trees in their blooming, 

 Tides in their flowing, 

 Stars in their circling, 

 Tremble with song. 



God on His throne is 

 Eldest of poets ; 

 Unto His measures 

 Moveth the whole." 



