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Seyd saw the open, blooming heaven;
And the rich well-springs of the air
Fresh'ning the overburthened world;
And o'er dark brows of guilt and care,
The intermitted peace—God's fair,
Soft-visioned Night of night unfurled.
And the rich well-springs of the air
Fresh'ning the overburthened world;
And o'er dark brows of guilt and care,
The intermitted peace—God's fair,
Soft-visioned Night of night unfurled.
"All Beauty is of God the good;
Yon scarf of stars his angels wove,
And earth is sweet of Paradise;"
He mused;—"O wretch, that would'st remove
Aught from his saving love,
Or stint his patient ministries!"
Yon scarf of stars his angels wove,
And earth is sweet of Paradise;"
He mused;—"O wretch, that would'st remove
Aught from his saving love,
Or stint his patient ministries!"
