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Sister of heavenly sisters! Truth
Goes with thee, and untainted youth.
Thou on the flowery mounds dost sport
With Innocence, while thy fair cheek
The roses of contentment streak,
And glorious palms thy hands support.
Thy thoughts, thy feelings and desire,
The harmonious choirs of heaven inspire;
Thou passion's furies know'st to bridle,
Things as they are thy bright eyes see;
Thou wilt not bow thee to the idol,
However bright the diamond be,
Fixed on his brow of mystery.

The golden chains of order bound
The everlasting spheres around
Thou measurest, as those spheres advance
Like bright-eyed virgins in the dance
Of beauty; and no poisoned spear
Wielded by demon hand is there
To wound the heart, the bliss to steal,
Which all creation's tenants feel.

Th' All-former's hidden works are known
To thee—his everlasting will—
Thou seest all upward mounting, still—
Still higher mounting, to the throne,
Where Good, pure Good, resides alone;