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               O past and gone!
          How great is God! how small am I!
          A mote in the illimitable sky,
          Amidst the glory deep, and wide, and high
               Of Heaven's unclouded sun.
          There to forget myself for evermore;
          Lost, swallowed up in Love's immensity,
          The sea that knows no sounding and no shore,
               God only there, not I.
          
          More near than I unto myself can be,
               Art Thou to me;
          So have I lost myself in finding Thee,
          Have lost myself for ever, O my Sun!
          The boundless Heaven of Thine eternal love
          Around me, and beneath me, and above;
               In glory of that golden day
               The former things are passed away--
                    I, past and gone.
                    

G. T. S.


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