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The groves were God's first temples Ere man learned	A
To hew the shaft and lay the architrave	B
And spread the roof above them ere he framed	C
The lofty vault to gather and roll back	D
The sound of anthems in the darkling wood	E
Amidst the cool and silence he knelt down	F
And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks	G
And supplication For his simple heart	H
Might not resist the sacred influences	I
Which from the stilly twilight of the place	J
And from the gray old trunks that high in heaven	K
Mingled their mossy boughs and from the sound	L
Of the invisible breath that swayed at once	M
All their green tops stole over him and bowed	N
His spirit with the thought of boundless power	O
And inaccessible majesty Ah why	P
Should we in the world's riper years neglect	Q
God's ancient sanctuaries and adore	R
Only among the crowd and under roofs	S
That our frail hands have raised Let me at least	T
Here in the shadow of this aged wood	E
Offer one hymn thrice happy if it find	U
Acceptance in His ear	V
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Father thy hand	W
Hath reared these venerable columns thou	X
Didst weave this verdant roof Thou didst look down	F
Upon the naked earth and forthwith rose	Y
All these fair ranks of trees They in thy sun	K
Budded and shook their green leaves in thy breeze	Z
And shot towards heaven The century living crow	A2
Whose birth was in their tops grew old and died	B2
Among their branches till at last they stood	E
As now they stand massy and tall and dark	C2
Fit shrine for humble worshipper to hold	D2
Communion with his Maker These dim vaults	E2
These winding aisles of human pomp or pride	B2
Report not No fantasting carvings show	A2
The boast of our vain race to change the form	F2
Of thy fair works But thou art here thou fill'st	G2
The solitude Thou art in the soft winds	H2
That run along the summit of these trees	Z
In music thou art in the cooler breath	I2
That from the inmost darkness of the place	J
Comes scarcely felt the barky trunks the ground	L
The fresh moist ground are all instinct with thee	J2
Here is continual worship nature here	V
In the tranquillity that thou dost love	K2
Enjoys thy presence Noiselessly around	L
From perch to perch the solitary bird	L2
Passes and yon clear spring that midst its herbs	M2
Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots	N2
Of half the mighty forest tells no tale	O2
Of all the good it does Thou hast not left	P2
Thyself without a witness in these shades	Q2
Of thy perfections Grandeur strength and grace	J
Are here to speak of thee This mighty oak	R2
By whose immovable stem I stand and seem	S2
Almost annihilated not a prince	T2
In all that proud old world beyond the deep	U2
Ere wore his crown as loftily as he	J2
Wears the green coronal of leaves with which	V2
Thy hand has graced him Nestled at his root	W2
Is beauty such as blooms not in the glare	X2
Of the broad sun That delicate forest flower	O
With scented breath and look so like a smile	Y2
Seems as it issues from the shapeless mould	D2
An emanation of the indwelling Life	Z2
A visible token of the upholding Love	K2
That are the soul of this wide universe	A3
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My heart is awed within me when I think	B3
Of the great miracle that still goes on	C3
In silence round me the perpetual work	D3
Of thy creation finished yet renewed	E3
For ever Written on thy works I read	F3
The lesson of thy own eternity	J2
Lo all grow old and die but see again	G3
How on the faltering footsteps of decay	H3
Youth presses ever gay and beautiful youth	I3
In all its beautiful forms These lofty trees	Z
Wave not less proudly that their ancestors	J3
Moulder beneath them Oh there is not lost	K3
One of earth's charms upon her bosom yet	L3
After the flight of untold centuries	Z
The freshness of her far beginning lies	M3
And yet shall lie Life mocks the idle hate	N3
Of his arch enemy Death yea seats himself	O3
Upon the tyrant's throne the sepulchre	O
And of the triumphs of his ghastly foe	A2
Makes his own nourishment For he came forth	P3
From thine own bosom and shall have no end	Q3
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There have been holy men who hid themselves	R3
Deep in the woody wilderness and gave	B
Their lives to thought and prayer till they outlived	S3
The generation born with them nor seemed	T3
Less aged than the hoary trees and rocks	U3
Around them and there have been holy men	G3
Who deemed it were not well to pass life thus	V3
But let me often to these solitudes	V3
Retire and in thy presence reassure	O
My feeble virtue Here its enemies	V3
The passions at thy plainer footsteps shrink	B3
And tremble and are still Oh God when thou	X
Dost scare the world with tempests set on fire	O
The heavens with falling thunderbolts or fill	W3
With all the waters of the firmament	T3
The swift dark whirlwind that uproots the woods	V3
And drowns the villages when at thy call	X3
Uprises the great deep and throws himself	O3
Upon the continent and overwhelms	V3
Its cities who forgets not at the sight	T3
Of these tremendous tokens of thy power	O
His pride and lays his strifes and follies by	P
Oh from these sterner aspects of thy face	V3
Spare me and mine nor let us need the wrath	Y3
Of the mad unchained elements to teach	Z3
Who rules them Be it ours to meditate	T3
In these calm shades thy milder majesty	T3
And to the beautiful order of thy works	V3
Learn to conform the order of our lives	V3

William Cullen Bryant

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