Peasant and prince alike hold the key to these Thy treasures,
The magic key that opens wide the door to purest pleasures,
A mind alive to Nature's lore,
A stretch of mountain, sky or shore,
An eye not blind to beauty.
The magic key that opens wide the door to purest pleasures,
A mind alive to Nature's lore,
A stretch of mountain, sky or shore,
An eye not blind to beauty.
A heart, to comprehend and love a universe infinite
Or look upon a tiny flower and feel the grandeur in it,
A grandeur only born of Thee,
In all Thy works Thy love to see
All human love excelling.
Or look upon a tiny flower and feel the grandeur in it,
A grandeur only born of Thee,
In all Thy works Thy love to see
All human love excelling.
This is the silver and the gold of which is formed the key
That opens wide the golden gates to Thy great Gallery
Each perfect picture Thou didst frame
Engraven with Thy deathless name
Illumined with Thy glory.
That opens wide the golden gates to Thy great Gallery
Each perfect picture Thou didst frame
Engraven with Thy deathless name
Illumined with Thy glory.
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