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Now when the spirit in us wakes and broods, / Filled with home yearnings, drowsily it flings / From its deep heart high dreams and mystic moods, / Mixed with the memory of the loved earth things; / Clothing the vast with a familiar face; / Reaching its right hand forth to greet the starry race.
Wondrously near and clear the great warm fires / Stare from the blue; so shows the cottage light / To the field labourer whose heart desires / The old folk by the nook, the welcome bright / From the house-wife long parted from at dawn -- / So the star villages in God's great depths withdrawn.
Nearer to Thee, not by delusion led, / Though there no house fires burn nor bright eyes gaze, / We rise, but by the symbol charioted, / Through loved things rising up to Love's own ways / By these the soul unto the vast has wings / And sets the seal celestial on all mortal things.