The Man who found Truth
All Nature's manifest embroideries—
And growing perfected and beautiful
He saw, through Beauty's pale and mystic glass,
The quiet gods and all their wonders pass,
And where the drowsy notes harmonious fall
Of Life's still songs subdued and musical
He heard within the sound his own soul's call.
And growing perfected and beautiful
He saw, through Beauty's pale and mystic glass,
The quiet gods and all their wonders pass,
And where the drowsy notes harmonious fall
Of Life's still songs subdued and musical
He heard within the sound his own soul's call.
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