IMPELLED
Athwart the sky the great sun sails,Through æons thus, the daylight trails,And man, living breath of the sodBeholding, in his heart knows God.
Throughout the night's long brooding deep,Earth's trustful children die-to-sleep,But with the whisperings of mornAwake, unto the day, new-born.
The mystery of earth untold,The great infinite, none behold,Forge ever new the spiral chain,Revolving man to God again.
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