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NIGHT WATCH—AUGUST 31. |
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NIGHT WATCH—AUGUST 31.
O thou to whom the rolling years
Are moments of our time;
Thou whose existence, lone, appears
Eternal and sublime!
Are moments of our time;
Thou whose existence, lone, appears
Eternal and sublime!
I see Thy star-bespangled sky,
Thy comet-torches shine,
And wonder if Thine awful eye
Can notice me or mine!
Thy comet-torches shine,
And wonder if Thine awful eye
Can notice me or mine!
I hear Thy voice in thunder fill
The caverns of the sky,
And wonder if the prayer I will
Comes to Thy hearing nigh.
The caverns of the sky,
And wonder if the prayer I will
Comes to Thy hearing nigh.
I see Thy whirling breath uptwist
And dash the forest down;
And think, how futile to resist
The anger of Thy frown!
And dash the forest down;
And think, how futile to resist
The anger of Thy frown!
I gaze upon the fields of space
No mortal foot hath trod,
And in the awful Boundless, trace
The mystery of God.
No mortal foot hath trod,
And in the awful Boundless, trace
The mystery of God.
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