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“Let there be light:” thus spake the Word;
The Word was God; “and there was light:”
Still the creative voice is heard;
A day is born from every night.
And every night shall turn to day,
While months, and years, and ages roll;
But we have seen a brighter ray
Dawn on the chaos of the soul.
Nor we alone; its wakening smiles
Have broke the gloom of pagan sleep:
The Word hath reached the utmost isles,
God’s Spirit moves upon the deep.
Already from the dust of death,
Man in his Maker’s image stands;
Once more inhales immortal breath,
And stretches forth to heaven his hands.
From day to day, before our eyes,
Glows and extends the work begun;
When shall the new creation rise
On every land beneath the sun?
When, in the Sabbath of his love,
Shall God amidst his labours rest;
And, bending from his throne above,
Again pronounce his creatures blessed?
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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