- It may indeed be phantasy, when I
- Essay to draw from all created things
- Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings ;
- And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
- Lessons of love and earnest piety.
- So let it be ; and if the wide world rings
- In mock of this belief, it brings
- Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
- So will I build my altar in the fields,
- And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
- And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
- Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
- Thee only God ! and thou shalt not despise
- Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.
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