He who has gazed upon the starry sky Nights without number, and has learned to trace The path of planets, and the majesty And mystery of numbers numberless, Knows his own nothingness—as dust so small— And learns at length that "He is all in all. " He works His will in all the heavenly host, And none can stay His hand, nor question bring, Nor say, "What doest Thou?" The furthermost Of heaven's white wonders known to angel's wing, Flash but His glory, and adoring fall Before His feet, for "He is all in all.
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