Charles Harpur (Чарльз Харпур)

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Downward, through the blooming roofage
    Of a lonely forest bower,
Come the yellow sunbeams,—falling
    Like a burning shower:
So through heaven’s starry ceiling
    To the hermit soul’s abode,
Comes the Holy Spirit,—earthward
    Raying down from God.

1. Collins
2. The Dream by the Fountain
3. Wellington
4. A Similitude
5. Greatness

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