LAY OF THE EOSE. 
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Upon which lifted sign, 
What worship will be mine ! 
What addressing, what caressing. 
What thanks, and praise and blessing ! 
A wind-like joy will rush 
Through every tree and bush. 
Bending softly in affection. 
And spontaneous benediction. 
“ Insects, that only may 
Live in a sunbright ray. 
To my whiteness, to my whiteness 
Shall be drawn, as to a brightness. 
And every moth and bee 
Shall near me reverently, 
Wheeling round me, wheeling o’er me 
Coronals of motioned glory. 
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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