It may indeed be phantasy when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.
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I think you’re missing a letter in the penultimate line, Thee not the only God, unless you have a different source to me.
Thanks. I’ve corrected it. I don’t know what source I originally got it from, but I checked another source and it was “Thee”, as you said. Again, I’m grateful for corrections that people help me make.