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Stars

Most merciful God
Look kindly upon
An impudent child
Who wants sitting on.
This evening late
I went to the door
And then to the gate
There were more stars—more
Than I could have expected,
Even I !
I was simply amazed
Almighty, August!
I was utterly dazed,
Omnipotent, Just!
In a word I was floored,
Good God of Hosts—Lord !
That at this time of day
They should still blaze away,
That Thou hadst not rejected
Or at least circumspected
Their white silver beauty—
Was it spite. ? Was it duty. ?

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