Songs of the Soul/Part 1/Too Near

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TOO NEAR

I stood in silenceTo worship TheeIn the temple largeWith blue etheric dome,Lighted by the spangling stars,Shining with the lustrous moon,Tapestried with the golden clouds,Where reigns no dogma loud.I prayed and waitedFor Thee to come. I cried,—Thou didst not come.I will wait no more,Nor send my feeble prayerFootsteps Thine to hear,—They are not heard without,In me Thou art,—too near.
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