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HOW GOD THINKS.
This world's the mind of God—throughout all spaceHe lives, and thinks, and operates—there's nought,
From greatest unto least, but is a thought
Of His: from the least flower, in its grace
And beauty, to the sun in his bright place!
Those orbs, with which all heaven above is fraught,
Are by an act of mere volition brought
Forth into being—each with radiant face,
As if it smiled again to be so bright,
And some with stars around them like a zone!
He thinks not as men do: mere thoughts alone,
Without effect; he thinks, and, as I write
The word, lo! worlds into their place have grown,
New satellites to render back his light!
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