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SAINT MARGARET
The wise words in the printed books
Dazzle her mind, till it cannot see;
A simple, ignorant girl is she;
But, here, in Nature’s heart she looks,
And finds there—God, immediately.
God smiles at her in the austere sweet gloaming
That muffles the feet of the coming dawn;
God's hand smoothes out the fair long morn;
God rides the waters, thro’ all their roaming,
And hangs the cool stars over the corn.
’Twas God that bade the downs outspread
All their heart to the large-ey’d sky.
—In ceaseless worship do they lie
With ever His puissance overhead
Mirror’d in their humility:
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