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GOD'S HOUR
O restless soul, canst thou not wait God's hour?“Let there be light” He said, and lo! the day
Gilded the mountain-tops, and far away
The dimpled valleys thrilled beneath its power,
Claiming the glorious sunlight as their dower.
‘A myth, a fable that the wise gainsay?
An idle tale for children at their play?’
Yet fable is fair truth's consummate flower!
Earth waited long till Day unheralded,
Unsung, unprophesied, in splendor swept
A radiant presence through the Orient gates.
Not unto us shall the last word be said.
Yet one sure secret have the ages kept—
Light breaks at last on each high soul that waits!
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