Ancient of days, my simple father's God, Of substance—All; My mother's Hope,—the stars obey thy nod: Thou that dost call Orion forth from out the chambered east! Thou that dost seal The firmament! Who art an endless feast To them that feel For thee one constant, evergrowing need:— Sufficient thou For ev'ry day and hour. Thy love my creed.
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