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SONNET IV
GOD'S MESSAGE

And have they told thee that I've ceased to hold
The faith in God,—that deadliest war I wage
With creeds and Churches in this struggling age,
And sing the future's song with lips made bold?
Oh, by the sea, and by the sunset's gold,
And by the summer fields of far-spread flowers,
And by grey wintry rocks and soft green bowers
By Nature's wealth unmeasured and untold,
By all these things, I charge thee, have no fear!—
Is God the less a strong God unto me
Because my soul would have him very near,
And would be crowned with wild air of the sea—
Would in no stifling church his message hear,
But where his stars shine and his winds are free?