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Thou art a sea without a shore;
Awful, immense Thou art; A sea which can contract itself
Within my narrow heart.
And yet Thou art a haven, too,
Out on the shoreless sea, A harbor that can hold full well
Thou art an unborn Breath outbreathed
On angels and on men, Subduing all things to Thyself,
We know not how or when.
Thou art a God of fire, that doth
Create while He consumes! A God of light, whose rays on earth
Darken where He illumes !
All things ! dread Spirit! to Thy praise Thy Presence doth transmute ;
Evil itself Thy glory bears, Its one abiding fruit!
O Light! O Love ! O very God !
I dare no longer gaze Upon Thy wondrous attributes,
And their mysterious ways.