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 175. The Two Worlds  UNVEIL, O Lord, and on us shine  In glory and in grace; This gaudy world grows pale before  The beauty of Thy face.  Till Thou art seen, it seems to be  A sort of fairy ground, Where suns unsetting light the sky,  And flowers and fruits abound.  But when Thy keener, purer beam  Is pour'd upon our sight, It loses all its power to charm,  And what was day is night.  Its noblest toils are then the scourge  Which made Thy blood to flow; Its joys are but the treacherous thorns  Which circled round Thy brow.  And thus, when we renounce for Thee  Its restless aims and fears, The tender memories of the past,  The hopes of coming years,  Poor is our sacrifice, whose eyes  Are lighted from above; We offer what we cannot keep,  What we have ceased to love.  The Oratory .  1862.