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1. Happy the feet that shining truth has led
With her own hand to tread the path she please,
To see her native luster round her spread,
Without a veil, without a shade,
All beauty and all light, as in herself she is.
2. Our senses cheat us with the pressing crowds
Of painted shapes they thrust upon the mind:
The truth they show lies wrapped in sevenfold shrouds;
Our senses cast a thousand clouds
On unenlightened souls, and leave them doubly blind.
3. I hate the dust that fierce disputers raise,
And lose the mind in a wild maze of thought:
What empty triflings, and what subtle ways,
To fence and guard my rule and rote!
Our God will never charge us, That we know them not.
4. Touch, heavenly Word, O touch these curious souls;
Since I have heard but one soft hint from thee,
From all the vain opinions of the schools
(That pageantry of knowing fools)
I feel my powers released, and stand divinely free.
5. 'Twas this almighty Word that all things made:
He grasps whole nature in his single hand;
All the eternal truths in him are laid;
The ground of all things, and their head;
The circle where they move, and center where they stand.
