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SILENCE, and whirling worlds afar
Through all encircling skies.
What floods come o’er the spirit’s bar,
What wondrous thoughts arise.
The earth, a mantle falls away,
And, winged, we leave the sod;
Where shines in its eternal sway
The majesty of God.

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