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Written on SUNDAY MORNING.

 Go thou and seek the House of Prayer! I to the Woodlands wend, and thereIn lovely Nature see the God of Love. The swelling organ's peal Wakes not my soul to zeal,Like the wild music of the wind-swept grove.The gorgeous altar and the mystic vestRouse not such ardor in my breast As where the noon-tide beam Flash'd from the broken stream,Quick vibrates on the dazzled sight; Or where the cloud-suspended rain Sweeps in shadows o'er the plain;Or when reclining on the clift's huge heightI mark the billows burst in silver light.
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