Downward, Through The Blooming Roofage

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Downward, through the blooming roofage
  Of a lonely forest bower,
Come the yellow sunbeams,—falling
  Like a burning shower:
So through heaven’s starry ceiling
  To the hermit soul’s abode,
Comes the Holy Spirit,—earthward
  Raying down from God.

© Charles Harpur