H .
O. Meredith .
I
cried
in
ecstasy
“ Rejoice ,
Ye
daughters
and
ye
sons of men ,
Lift
up your heart, lift
up your voice,
Do
ye not hear the measured
strain ,
That penetrates and interweaves
Sand
of
the
sea
and
earthy
clod
,
Which
fruit
and
flower
,
grass
and
leaves
Pour
forth
unceasingly
to
God
?
The hills
are
ordered
in
due ranks
,
The
stars
depart not from
their
course
,
The mighty
rivers keep their banks
Strength
of
the
land
and
ocean
-
force
Swing
to
each
other
equipoised
,
The
space
each
yields
to
each
restored
,
Hear
ye
not
in
their margins
noised
The rhythmic
praises
of
the
Lord
?
All beasts
that
grow
from
dust
at
last
Give
back
to
dust
the
growth
they
got
,
Yet gender
ere their
time
be
past
Seed
of
their kind
that
faileth
not
;
And man
who
ponders
,
who
repeats
Songs
which
the mind
of
God
rehearse
,
Sprung
from
the
dust
in
death
completes
The balance
of
the Universe
.
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