  What is it, but the point where meet The finite and the infinite? The light on childhood’s brow that hovers,— The all-revealing glance of lovers; The troth of flowers and stars on high,— The bridal of the earth and sky; The sheen of heaven on soul and sod,— The glory and the grace of God;— The gleam of Sun beyond the sun,— The mortal and immortal, one!
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