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1. All beautiful the march of days, as seasons come and go;
the hand that shaped the rose hathwrought the crystal of the snow,
hath sent the hoary frost of heaven, the flowing waters sealed,
and laid a silent loveliness on hill and wood and field.
2. O'er white expanses sparkling pure the radiant morns unfold;
the solemn splendours of the night burn brighter through the cold;
life mounts in every throbbing vein, love deepens round the hearth,
and clearer sounds the angel hymn, good will to all on earth.
3. O thou from whose unfathomed law the year in beauty flows,
thyself the vision passing by in crystal and in rose;
day unto day doth utter speech, and night to night proclaim
in ever changing words of light the wonder of thy name.
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