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Sonnet (Poem)

He who hath borne us out upon this sphere,
And girdled us within this sunlit zone,
Hath not forgotten us that all alone
We struggle with an aching want and fear;
Nor is He far away; but liveth near
As that quick breath by mortal impulse known;
Or that embrace, which, clinging to our own,
Incarnates human love we hold most dear.

Let us behold our God, whose breath is ours!
Let us take up the splendor of His powers!
Our lives be lived assuming the Divine
Which runs through our creation; thus shall shine
From that rare glowing of our Natures star,
All graces of the life of Love that are.

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