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CHRISTMAS MDCCCCIX
to E. A. C.
Spirit of Light, That o'er the abyss immense,
Primordial chaos, moving hast sweetly wrought,
In that far age trackless to reeling thought,
Order and Beauty; and all mortal sense,
Purged through obedience of the least offence
In our first Parents, didst ordain for naught
Save in Thine own creative joy up-caught
To find its last energy and life intense:
Primordial chaos, moving hast sweetly wrought,
In that far age trackless to reeling thought,
Order and Beauty; and all mortal sense,
Purged through obedience of the least offence
In our first Parents, didst ordain for naught
Save in Thine own creative joy up-caught
To find its last energy and life intense:
Spirit of Light, here in these latter days,
Dimmed by self-will and deft rebellion's pride,
Oh! leave us not! Thou hast not left us! See,
In this young heart and teeming brain displays
Thy Graciousness its will: Thou yet dost bide
Brooding to turn our errant sight on Thee!
Dimmed by self-will and deft rebellion's pride,
Oh! leave us not! Thou hast not left us! See,
In this young heart and teeming brain displays
Thy Graciousness its will: Thou yet dost bide
Brooding to turn our errant sight on Thee!
1909.
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