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It may indeed be phantasy: when I / Essay to draw from all created things / Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings; / And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie / Lessons of love and earnest piety. / So let it be; and if the wide world rings / In mock of this belief, it brings / Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain, perplexity. / So will I build my altar in the fields, / And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, / And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields / Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee, / Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise / Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.