A Reed by the River/Babyhood

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BABYHOOD
The secret of all Glory, He,
Upon that first, great night,
Hid where no man might henceforth see
Nor read a star aright.

The secret of all Wonder, He,
Upon that first, great day,
Within the bosom of the sea
Encompassed for aye.

The secret of all Beauty, He,
Upon that pristine morn,
Closed from all questioning to be
In the first lower born.

And lo, of these His secrets three,
Sealed by a hush divine,
We, all unworthy, find the key
Within this hand of thine.

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