One time I thought to find the peace of God In lonely ways by feet of men untrod, Roaming the mountain heights, or silently By murmuring moonlit streams or storm-swept sea Thus solitary might my eager feet Be led to where in accents slow and sweet Truth would its nature even to me unfold, That secret of the ages, still untold. So wandered I and prayed reality Its infinite meaning to reveal to me.
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