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<h2>THE WORLD WITHIN</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“The kingdom of God is within you.” Luke 17:21</h3></p>
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<td align="center"><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_l_a_lathbury_ma.jpg" alt="Mary Artemesia Lathbury (1841-1913)" width="133.333333333333" height="204"><br>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Chautauqua Institution Archives</span></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_l_a_lathbury_ma.html" target="_blank">Mary Artemesia Lathbury</a>, 1903. Lathbury wrote these words as a poem to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle; references to the outdoors reflect the Circle’s birth under a tent in the woods near Lake Chautauqua, New York.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Gerald,” Louis Spohr, 1834 </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_g_gerald.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_s_p_spohr_l.jpg" alt="Louis Spohr (1784-1859)" width="104.666666666667" height="138.666666666667"></td>
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<p>O wondrous world within a world<br>
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How beautiful thou art!<br>
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What high desire, what holy fire<br>
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Lie glowing at thy heart!<br>
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What beauty, like the silent stars,<br>
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Hangs ever o’er thy brow;<br>
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What youth, as old as Paradise,<br>
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Springs deathless in thee now!
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<p>Where did we learn to love thy face—<br>
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The music of thy name?<br>
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A leafy door beside the shore<br>
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Was opened—and we came.<br>
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Our lost ideals, grown more fair,<br>
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Thronged back through all thy ways;<br>
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Another life—a real life—<br>
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Filled all our empty days.</p>
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<p>The world smiled, saying, “These are they<br>
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Who live among the trees;<br>
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Whose thoughts rise higher than the stars<br>
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And soar beyond the trees.<br>
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They do not weigh their wealth with gold<br>
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Or measure it with fame;<br>
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They speak a language all their own<br>
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They bear a hidden name.”</p>
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<p>So weighs the world its own true life,<br>
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Nor knows it as its own,<br>
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While, Life of Life, above all strife<br>
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God waits upon His throne;<br>
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He waits until the world of things<br>
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And the world of thoughts shall be<br>
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Blent in that perfect thing we call<br>
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The New Humanity.</p>
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<p>What joy is thine, O world within,<br>
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To bear thy banners out,<br>
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And there to claim in God’s dear Name<br>
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The last and least redoubt!<br>
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The earth is His—the heav’ns are His,<br>
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He stooped to make them one<br>
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When that great mystery was wrought<br>
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That gave us God the Son.</p>
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<p>The world without is blind to thee,<br>
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Thou world of the within,<br>
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Yet through the years thy saints and seers<br>
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Its oracles have been.<br>
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Still trust them with thy prophecies;<br>
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Still through them breathe thy breath;<br>
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Till honor blossoms from the dust<br>
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And life spring out of death.</p>
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