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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." 



