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I envy the tree-tops that shake so high / In winds that fill them full of heavenly airs; / I envy every little cloud that shares / With unseen angels evening in the sky; / I envy most the youngest stars that lie / Sky-nested, and the loving heaven that bears, / And night that makes strong worlds of them unawares; / And all God's other beautiful and nigh!
Nay, nay, I envy not! And these are dreams, / Fancies and images of real heaven!
My longings, all my longing prayers are given / For that which is, and not for that which seems.
Draw me, O Lord, to thy true heaven above, / The Heaven of thy Thought, thy Rest, thy Love.