That Light whose smile kindles the Universe,
       That Beauty in which all things work and move,
       That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse
       Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love
       Which through the web of being blindly wove
       By man and beast and earth and air and sea,
       Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of
       The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me,
Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.

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