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REV. H. H. DUGMORE.
Their broad gold fringes wave, the weak eye rests
From his transpiercing glance of unveiled glory.
Hail! glorious image of the King of Kings!
Seen or unseen, thou givest light, and life,
And joy, and beauty to revolving worlds
That circle round thy throne. Centre of Power!
Thy mystery of might upholds, sustains,
And governs as the Delegate of God,
Their measur'd harmony of ceaseless motion;
Reining their fleetness with an arm of strength
Felt and obeyed in the far depths of space,
Where roll remotest planets round their spheres
In twilight solitude unseen, unknown.
Rev. H. H. Dugmore.
