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The Creation
I said of old when darkness brooded longUpon the waste of waters Be thou light
And forthwith sprang the sun rejoicing strong
To chase away the mystery of the night
Behold an earth the heavens are hung above
Ascend the sons of men ascend be free
Rise and fulfill my perfect law of love
Believe the Father speaks he calls to thee
Drop every burthen that might clog thy way
Rejoice for thou art called my race to run
The oft besetting sin cast far and pray
That you with joy may end what is begun
Rejoice and look on high for thence shall fly
He whom thou hearst to bear thee to the sky.
Poem No. 253; fall 1838–summer 1839
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