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Five thousand feet under me,
from the dark greens of the gorge
up to the brown tip of the bird's
wing's
turned to the sky where it wheeled
in pure thin air,
and in all that lay between,
there was displayed the overwhelming
beauty of things
sharply strange and separate,
that from their beginning were entered
into one another and oned.
How clearly this integrating principle
of the universe
disposed and flung forth His power
that morning.
His name men called God, or the Infinite
One, or Beauty or Truth,
according to the context in which
His works happen to be seen.
W.H. MURRAY
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