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TK2 POETRY 0/ FLOWERS. 19 
“ In thanks for all the good 
By joets understood—• 
For he sound of seraphs moving 
Through the hidden depths of loving! 
“ For sights of things away, 
Through fissures of the clay,— 
Promised things, which shall be given 
And sung ever up in heaven ! 
“ For life, so lonely vain, 
For death, which breaks the chain,— 
For this sense of present sweetness, 
And his yearning to completeness f ’ 
