And degged down in dewsilver all, dusklight sheening
Silversoft, grass-speckled stars, strewn, greensheath cloisters:
Lowered down, cloud-weaving- here falls, here! see!
Gold and silver given: grace’s gift, from God’s hand
His glory, briefly bidded down, now speaks soft:
Undying flame and undimmed splendour: here soul
Take heed, kneel to knee, give praise: this glory is greater!
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