And I have felt a presence, that disturbs me with the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused;
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns and the round ocean and the living air and the blue sky and in the mind of man;
A motion and a spirit, that impels all thinking things, all objects of all thought and rolls through all things.  Wordsworth from Tintern Abbey

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