O frame me in thy love, as I
The landscape in the branches low;
That none beneath the bending sky
Our sylvan secret know.
For ’tis of Life the mystery
That, whereso’er its fibres run,
In time or in eternity,
The many shape the one.
(John Bannister Tabb)
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