In thousand forms mayst thou attempt surprise,
Yet, all-beloved-one, straight know I thee,
Thou mayst with magic veils thy face disguise,
And yet, all-captivating-one, well know I thee.
O, all-embracing-one, how gladly know I thee.
The arch of heaven o'er head grows pure and bright,--
All-heart-expanding-one, then breathe I thee.
That which my inward, outward sense proclaims,
A name with each one echoes, meant for thee.

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