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Is there His noblest temple? No,
Though order reigned supreme,
And perfect beauty lay below
The first bright morning's beam;
Yet God beheld it but the shrine
To hold a spirit bright,
And bade a being, half divine,
Spring forth to life and light!
Though order reigned supreme,
And perfect beauty lay below
The first bright morning's beam;
Yet God beheld it but the shrine
To hold a spirit bright,
And bade a being, half divine,
Spring forth to life and light!
The human heart—Ah! there he knew
His own blest image traced;
Devotion, holy, deep, and true,
Within that void he placed.
His temple there he deigns to fill,
A calm and hallowed spot,
To human eyes 't is hushed and still,
But He forgets it not.
His own blest image traced;
Devotion, holy, deep, and true,
Within that void he placed.
His temple there he deigns to fill,
A calm and hallowed spot,
To human eyes 't is hushed and still,
But He forgets it not.
