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SONNET XXVII
TO THE “UNKNOWABLE” GOD
O God within the awful voiceless void,—
God of the terrible and viewless night,
God also of the burning midday light,—
God, by whose hand the countless stars are buoyed,
And all the golden sunrise-clouds deployed,
And all the ridges of the sea made bright,
And the far snow-fields limitlessly white,—
God whom the green woods worship, overjoyed:—
God of the terrible and viewless night,
God also of the burning midday light,—
God, by whose hand the countless stars are buoyed,
And all the golden sunrise-clouds deployed,
And all the ridges of the sea made bright,
And the far snow-fields limitlessly white,—
God whom the green woods worship, overjoyed:—
We cannot reach thee: yet can prayer make head
Against the glittering tide of stars and suns
And reach thy gracious central throne at once?
Can our lone cry surmount the hill-tops red
With fiery sunset? Can we find thee, Lord,—
Or are our groans towards earless heights outpoured?
Against the glittering tide of stars and suns
And reach thy gracious central throne at once?
Can our lone cry surmount the hill-tops red
With fiery sunset? Can we find thee, Lord,—
Or are our groans towards earless heights outpoured?
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