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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.” 
