Around the year with Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

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I know not wherefore, but God lent
   A deeper vision to my sight.
On whatsoe'er my gaze is bent,
   I catch the beauty Infinite;
That underlying, hidden half
   That all things hold of Deity.
So let the dull crowd sneer and laugh;
   Their eyes are blind--they can not see.
                                                                 Dust-Sealed.