That secret scribe, light,
Inscribes the eternal hallowed verse
Of beauty upon our waking eyes
Through the green translucent leaf
And down upon the robin's russet breast.
Oh light, that shields the world from mystery,
That gathers our thoughts, and sets them free,
Whether by moon or sun or lamp or star
You return my longing life-starved gaze
With a vision of my endless powers.
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