The University of Virginia Edition of The Works of Stephen Crane ::

In the night
Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys
And the peaks looked toward God, alone.
“Oh, Master that movest the wind with a finger
“Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
“Grant that we may run swiftly across the world
“To huddle in worship at Thy feet.”

In the morning
A noise of men at work came the clear blue miles
And the little black cities were apparent.
“Oh, Master that knowest the meaning of rain-drops
“Humble, idle, futile peaks are we.
“Give voice to us we pray oh, Lord
“That we may sing Thy goodness to the sun.”

In the evening
The far valleys were sprinkled with tiny lights.
“Oh, Master
“Thou that knowest the value of kings and birds
“Thou hast made us humble, idle, futile peaks.
“Thou only, needest eternal patience;
“We bow to Thy wisdom, oh, Lord—
“Humble, idle, futile peaks.”

In the night
Grey heavy clouds muffled the valleys
And the peaks looked toward God, alone.

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[In the night]