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CREATION
“And God saw every thing that he had made, and, behold, it was very good.”
Genesis i. 31.
Genesis i. 31.
God made the earth exceeding good.
He clothed the hill, or clothed the wood,
In verdurous raiment fresh and fair.
He filled the earth with living things:
With flashing of innumerous wings
He filled the sunlit heights of air.
He clothed the hill, or clothed the wood,
In verdurous raiment fresh and fair.
He filled the earth with living things:
With flashing of innumerous wings
He filled the sunlit heights of air.
He filled the hollow sea with life.
Strange sea-flowers in the far depths thrive,
And wondrous fishes, scarlet-scaled,
Dart like small flying suns along;
And where the eager tides wax strong
Rushes the salmon, silver-mailed.
Strange sea-flowers in the far depths thrive,
And wondrous fishes, scarlet-scaled,
Dart like small flying suns along;
And where the eager tides wax strong
Rushes the salmon, silver-mailed.
God made the day, and made the night.
He made the sun's engrossing light
To brighten all the daylight hours:
Then, lest the sun turn tyrant, made
The night to give soft rest and shade
To man, and solace to the flowers.
He made the sun's engrossing light
To brighten all the daylight hours:
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The night to give soft rest and shade
To man, and solace to the flowers.
He made the stars that shine above
The earth, and speak to man of love,
And lead love's footsteps with their light:
The sweet and passionate stars that say,
“If man is sovereign of the day,
Woman is priestess of the night!”
The earth, and speak to man of love,
And lead love's footsteps with their light:
The sweet and passionate stars that say,
“If man is sovereign of the day,
Woman is priestess of the night!”
He made the dawning sense of love
That seems a glory from above,
A rapture sent from very far.
Upon the lips of man he set
These words “I love you,” and he let
Those words be woman's guiding-star.
That seems a glory from above,
A rapture sent from very far.
Upon the lips of man he set
These words “I love you,” and he let
Those words be woman's guiding-star.
Upon the woman's lips he placed
A sweetness pure, a sweetness chaste,
A royal beauty, and a bloom
That never flower will quite attain.
He said to woman, “Love and reign.
For love there is not any tomb.”
A sweetness pure, a sweetness chaste,
A royal beauty, and a bloom
That never flower will quite attain.
He said to woman, “Love and reign.
For love there is not any tomb.”
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One kingly right he gave to man;
His right it is since time began;
The right of passionate address.
“I die of love. Wilt thou not save?”
And then the Lord to woman gave
The right to smile, and answer “Yes.”
His right it is since time began;
The right of passionate address.
“I die of love. Wilt thou not save?”
And then the Lord to woman gave
The right to smile, and answer “Yes.”
And then God gave the lips the right
To meet, and sent the dark-winged night
Angelic, to bring sleep and rest.
He bade the deepening twilight close
The secret whiteness of the rose,
But ope the flower of woman's breast.
To meet, and sent the dark-winged night
Angelic, to bring sleep and rest.
He bade the deepening twilight close
The secret whiteness of the rose,
But ope the flower of woman's breast.
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