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Shame and remorse, and little doubtful gain;
Surely 'tis well once more awhile to be
Here in the morning land of holiest Liberty!
Here in the presence-chamber of high Nature,
Here at the feet of her immortal stature,
Gazing within her calm supernal eyes,
My soul, assoiled from earth's insanities,
Casts the low corse of folly, lust, and death,
And loosed from suffocation, draws free breath,
Inhaling draughts of powers divine, that are
Eternal strength in spirit, earth, and star;
Learneth endurance from stern, silent mountains,
And youthful hope from the everflowing fountains,
Indomitable ardour by strong-sounding floods,
Deep contemplation in dim-dreaming woods,
Lofty aspiring, with firm faith,
From all yon soaring hierarchy saith,
And the sublime still host of worlds that travelleth;
Untiring battle with the foe within,
Until, through Christ, I conquer all my sin,
And sleepless war upon His enemies without,
Till all rebels bow willing thralls to Love, whom they so flout.

Yea, thou, my darling, gleaming out of God
A moment o'er the wintry path I trod,
Tellest, we toil, we climb, we faint, we fall;
Yet ever rise, until we rest, Love reigning all in all!
Yea, now and evermore Love reigneth over all.