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Softly as plays the genial sun
In warmth within the tree,
Imparting motioned life begun
In starry coursings free,
And spreads through branch and blushing spray
The essences they know,
That mingle heaven’s own tinting ray
In blossoms’ lustrous glow:—

Thus gently through my sentient soul,
Inspiring vernal youth,
Beamed the full meaning of the whole,
Its oneness and its truth.
Bird, blade, each clung in conscious grace
To its own sameness there;
The aurochs,—grandest of his race;
The elk within his lair.

That unity of guiding mind
Which moves through every line
Fixed an impress of equal kind
Within and moulded mine.
A rent, a break distressed my sight;—
A gaping wound laid bare;—
A dark streak in a vision bright,
Else all conjoined and fair.

Thus truth found nurture in my soul,
Sourced in that unity
That moved it with a grand control
And blent all life with me.
Truth isthat essence all divine
By whose eternal flow
The flowers bloom, the planets shine,
Man lives and speaks below.

A. falsehood is a crumbling stone,
A fissure in the wall;
A limb torn from the fairest grown
Most graceful tree of all;