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THE RECONCILER.
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To lean on aught but that which it may see:
So hath it crowded up these Courts below
With dark and broken images of Thee;
Lead Thou us forth upon Thy Mount, and show
Thy goodly patterns, whence these things of old
By Thee were fashioned; Cue though manifold
Glass Thou thy perfect likeness in the soul,
Show us Thy countenance, and we are whole!