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th November	A
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To Thee Most Holy Most Obscure light hidden	B
Shedding light in the darkness of the mind	C
As gold beams wake the air to birds a wing	D
To Thee if men were trees would forests bow	E
In all our land as under a new wind	C
To Thee if trees were men would forests sing	D
Lifting autumnal crowns and bending low	F
Rising and falling again as inly chidden	B
Singing and hushing again as inly bidden	B
To Thee Most Holy men being men upraise	G
Bright eyes and waving hands of unarticulating praise	G
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II	-
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To Thee Most Holy Most Obscure who pourest	C
Thy darkness into each wild heaving human forest	C
While some say 'Tis so dark God cannot live	H
And some It is so dark He never was	G
And few I hear the forest branches give	I
Assur egrave d signs His wind like footsteps pass	G
To Thee now that long darkness is enlightened	C
Lift men their hearts shaking the death chill dews	G
Even sad eyes with morning light are brightened	C
And in this spiritual Easter's lovely hues	G
Are no more with death's arctic shadow frightened	C
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III	-
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Here in this morning twilight gleaming pure	J
Mid the high forest boughs and making clear	K
The motion the night wakeful brain had guessed	C
Here in this peace that wonders Is it Peace	G
And sighs its satisfaction on the shivering air	L
Here O Most Holy here O bright Obscure	J
Every deep root within the earth's quick breast	C
Knows that the long night's ended and sore agitations cease	G
And every leaf of every human tree	M
In England's forest stirs and sings Light Giver now to Thee	M
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IV	I
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I cannot syllable that unworded praise	G
An ashen sapling bending in Thy wind	C
Uplifting in Thy light new budded leaves	G
Nor for myself nor any other raise	G
My boughs in music though the woodland heaves	G
O with what ease of pain at length resigned	C
What hope to the old inheritance restored	C
Thy praise it is that men at last are glad	C
Long unaccustomed brightness in their eyes	G
Needs must seem beautiful in thine bright Lord	C
And to forget the part that sorrow had	C
In every shadowed breast where still it lies	G
Is there not praise in such forgetfulness	G
For to grieve less means not that love is less	G
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V	I
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Nor for myself nor any other Yet	C
I cannot but remember all that passed	C
Since justice shook these bosoms and the fret	C
Of indignation stirred them and they cast	C
Forgot aside all lesser wrongs and rose	G
Against the spiritual evil of that threat	C
That made them of dishonour slaves or foes	G
And who may but with pride remember how	E
Not by ten righteous justice might be saved	C
But by unsaintly millions moving all	N
As the tide moves when myriad tossed waves flow	F
One way and on the crumbling bastions fall	N
Then sinking backwards unopposed and slow	F
Over the ruined towers where those vain angers raved	C
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VI	I
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Creep tarnished gilded figures to their holes	G
Who once walked like great men upon the earth	O
Flickering their false shadows Fear like a hound	C
Hunts them and there's a death in every sound	C
And had they souls sorrow would prick their souls	G
At every heavy sigh the wind waved forth	P
Into their holes they've crept and they will die	I
Of them no more and never any more	Q
Their leper gilt is gone and they will lie	I
Poisoning a little earth and nothing more	Q
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VII	I
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That justice has been saved and wrong been slain	B
That the slow fever darkness ends in day	C
Nor madness shakes the pillared world again	B
With the same blind proud fury that in vain	B
Whispers the Tempter now So pass away	C
Strength honesty and hope and nothing left but pain	B
That the many voiced confusion of the night	C
Clears in the winging of a spirit bright	C
With new recovered joy for this O Light	C
Light Giver Night Dispeller praise should be	I
But praise is dumb from burning hearts to Thee	I
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VIII	I
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But as a forest bending in the wind	C
Murmurs in all its boughs after the wind	C
Sounds uninterpreted and untaught airs	G
So now when Thy wind over England stirs	G
The proud and untranslating sounds of praise	G
Mingle tumultuous over our human ways	G
And magnifying echoes of Thy wind	C
Rouse in the profoundest forests of the mind	C
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IX	G
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And in the secret thicket where Thy light	C
Is dimmed with starry shining of the night	C
Hearing these mingled airs from every wood	C
Thou'lt smile serenely down murmuring 'Tis good	C
While Angels in the thicket borders curled	C
Amid the farthest gold beams of Thy hair	L
Seeing on one drooped beam this distant world	C
Floating illumined cry Bright Lord how fair	L

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