Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.

Prose--words in their best order;--poetry--the best words in
their best order.

The dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant's
shoulders to mount on.

The dwarf sees farther than the giant, when he has the giant's
shoulders to mount on.

And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
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And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark;
That singest like an angel in the clouds.

Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
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Visit her, gentle Sleep! with wings of healing,
And may this storm be but a mountain-birth,
May all the stars hang bright above her dwelling,
Silent as though they watched the sleeping Earth!