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And after these things He went forth and saw a publican	A
named Levi sitting at the receipt of custom and He said	B
unto him Follow Me And he left all rose up and followed	C
Him St Luke v	D
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Ye hermits blest ye holy maids	E
The nearest Heaven on earth	F
Who talk with God in shadowy glades	E
Free from rude care and mirth	F
To whom some viewless teacher brings	G
The secret lore of rural things	G
The moral of each fleeting cloud and gale	H
The whispers from above that haunt the twilight vale	H
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Say when in pity ye have gazed	I
On the wreathed smoke afar	J
That o'er some town like mist upraised	I
Hung hiding sun and star	J
Then as ye turned your weary eye	K
To the green earth and open sky	K
Were ye not fain to doubt how Faith could dwell	L
Amid that dreary glare in this world's citadel	L
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But Love's a flower that will not die	K
For lack of leafy screen	A
And Christian Hope can cheer the eye	K
That ne'er saw vernal green	A
Then be ye sure that Love can bless	M
E'en in this crowded loneliness	N
Where ever moving myriads seem to say	O
Go thou art naught to us nor we to thee away	O
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There are in this loud stunning tide	I
Of human care and crime	P
With whom the melodies abide	I
Of th' everlasting chime	P
Who carry music in their heart	I
Through dusky lane and wrangling mart	I
Plying their daily task with busier feet	I
Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat	I
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How sweet to them in such brief rest	I
As thronging cares afford	I
In thought to wander fancy blest	I
To where their gracious Lord	I
In vain to win proud Pharisees	O
Spake and was heard by fell disease	O
But not in vain beside yon breezy lake	Q
Bade the meek Publican his gainful seat forsake	Q
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At once he rose and left his gold	I
His treasure and his heart	I
Transferred where he shall safe behold	I
Earth and her idols part	I
While he beside his endless store	R
Shall sit and floods unceasing pour	R
Of Christ's true riches o'er all time and space	O
First angel of His Church first steward of His Grace	O
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Nor can ye not delight to think	S
Where He vouchsafed to eat	I
How the Most Holy did not shrink	S
From touch of sinner's meat	I
What worldly hearts and hearts impure	T
Went with Him through the rich man's door	R
That we might learn of Him lost souls to love	U
And view His least and worst with hope to meet above	U
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These gracious lines shed Gospel light	I
On Mammon's gloomiest cells	O
As on some city's cheerless night	I
The tide of sunrise swells	O
Till tower and dome and bridge way proud	I
Are mantled with a golden cloud	I
And to wise hearts this certain hope us given	A
No mist that man may raise shall hide the eye of Heaven	A
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And oh if e'en on Babel shine	A
Such gleams of Paradise	O
Should not their peace be peace divine	A
Who day by day arise	O
To look on clearer heavens and scan	A
The work of God untouch'd by man	A
Shame on us who about us Babel bear	V
And live in Paradise as if God was not there	V

John Keble

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