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All his hope and fear and faith and doubt, if aught at
all they be,
Live the life of clouds and sunbeams, born of heaven
or earth or sea.
All are buoyed and blown and brightened by their
hour's evasive breath:
All subside and quail and darken when their hour is
done to death.
Yet, ere faith, a wandering water, froze and curdled
into creeds,
Earth, elate as heaven, adored the light that quickens
dreams to deeds.

Invisible: eye hath not seen it, and ear hath not heard
as the spirit hath heard
From the shrine that is lit not of sunlight or starlight the
sound of a limitless word.
And visible: none that hath eyes to behold what the
spirit must perish or see
Can choose but behold it and worship: a shrine that if
light were as darkness would be.