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O THOU WHO TRACED THE BANKS

from Heart of Love


O thou who traced the banks where billows roar
and heave their mighty breakers on the shore,
inked with the breath of thine own pleasure,
beneath thine haughty cliffs the children awe.

O thou who plotteth the diurnal way
of the immortal sphere that clothes the day
and everlasting winds the compass
spun by thy flaming chariot of day;

whose winds but whisper of thine unknown course,
the cloven clouds thou tramplest on thy horse,
whose eye shall spur the storm in lightnings
where ever turn the waters to their source;

whose flowers as the heart in penitence
are opened to the Lord of radiance,
the dale, and the meadow clothing
to gladden eyes, and for thy audience;

whose fell Leviathan disturbs the deep
and frolics in the waters’ rushing heap;
whose love hath knit divine and mortal,
and everlastingly the frame to keep.






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