 | Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr |  |
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THY NAME
What matters it what men may call Thee, Thou,The Eternal One, who reign'st supreme, alone,
The boundless universe Thy mighty throne?
When souls before Thee reverently bow,
Oh, carest Thou what name the lips breathe low
Jove, or Osiris, or the God Unknown
To whom the Athenians raised their altar stone,
Or Thine, O Holiest, unto whom we vow?
The sun hath many names in many lands;
Yet upon all its golden splendors fall,
Where'er, from age to age entreating still,
The adoring earth uplifts its waiting hands.
Love knows all names and answereth to all—
Who worships Thee may call Thee what he will!
| Poems by Julia C. R. Dorr | |