To the Heavens above us |
О look and behold |
The Planets that love us |
All harnessed in gold! |
What chariots, what horses |
Against us shall bide |
While the Stars in their courses |
Do fight on our side? |
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All thought, all desires, |
That are under the sun, |
Are one with their fires, |
As we also are one. |
All matter, all spirit, |
All fashion, all frame, |
Receive and inherit |
Their strength from the same. |
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Oh, man that deniest |
All power save thine own, |
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Is mightily shown. |
Not less in the lowest |
That power is made clear. |
(Oh, man, if thou knowest, |
What treasure is here!) |
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Earth quakes in her throes, |
And we wonder for why. |
But the blind planet knows |
When her ruler is nigh; |
And, attuned since Creation |
To perfect accord, |
She thrills in her station |
And yearns to her Lord. |
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The waters have risen, |
The springs are unbound - |
The floods break their prison, |
And ravin around. |
No rampart withstands ’em, |
Their fury will last, |
’em |
Sinks low or swings past. |
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Through abysses unproven, |
O’er gulfs beyond thought, |
Our portion is woven, |
Our burden is brought. |
Yet They that prepare it, |
Whose Nature we share, |
Make us who must bear it |
Well able to bear. |
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Though terrors o’ertake us |
We’ll not be afraid. |
No Power can unmake us |
Save that which has made: |
Nor yet beyond reason |
Or hope shall we fall - |
All things have their season, |
And Mercy crowns all! |
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Then, doubt not, ye fearful - |
The Eternal is King - |
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And lustily sing: - |
What chariots, what horses |
Against us shall bide |
While the Stars in their courses |
Do fight on our side? |