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Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.

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I value science–none can prize it more, It gives ten thousand motives to adore: Be it religious, as it ought to be, The heart it humbles, and it bows the knee.
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Heart Motive Prize Religious Science Thousand Value
The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity’s horizon evermore.
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Above Ascend Culminate Eternity Evermore Horizon
Let us not doubt that God has a father’s pity towards us, and that in the removal of that which is dearest to us He is still loving and kind.
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Dearest Death Doubt Father God Removal
Taking our stand on the immovable rock of Christ’s character we risk nothing in saying that the wine of miracle answered to the wine of nature, and was not intoxicating.
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Apology Character Immovable Miracle Wine
None of the prophets old, So lofty or so bold! No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast; In loneliness sublime
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Bold Breast Courage Dauntless Giving Loneliness
Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad’st all worlds.
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Beloved Flesh Plural Unity World
On eyes that watch as well as eyes that weep Descends the solemn mystery of sleep, Toiling and climbing to the very close
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Climbing Eye Mystery Night Sleep Weep
O, beautiful and grand, My own, my native land! Of thee I boast: Great empire of the west, The dearest and the best, Made up of all the rest, I love thee most.
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Beautiful Country Empire Land Native West
When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart’s secret was at once confessed?
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Clasped Hand Heart Lip Pressed Secret
Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o’er all the Powers of Sound.
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Aerial Bony Cave Labrinthean Loss Mystic Pulse Sense Sweet
The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day’s ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.
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Ascent Body Day Gained Longing Night Pitch Repose
The rapturous touch of some divine surpriseFlash deep suffusion of celestial dyes
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Divine Rapturous Suffusion Surprise Touch
O most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of Bethlehem!
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Angel Babe Born Christmas Illustrious Sweet Time
Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name?
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Crimson Feeling Flame Hand Heart Rapturous Touch
Poetry is unfallen speech. Paradise knew no other, for no other would suffice to answer the need of those ecstatic days of innocence.
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Answer Need Paradise Unfallen Poetry Speech Suffice
Be every bar, and every star, Displayed in full and glorious manner! Blow, zephyrs, blow, keep the dear ensign flying! Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing!
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Bar Blow Display Ensign Glorious Manner Star Zephyr

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