⁠So soft the spell of thy whisper on stream and sea,
Yet man should fear lest he see what of old men saw
⁠And withered: yet shall I quail if thy breath smite me.

Lord God of life and of light and of all things fair,
⁠Lord God of ravin and ruin and all things dim,
Death seals up life, and darkness the sunbright air,
⁠And the stars that watch blind earth in the deep night swim
⁠Laugh, saying, "What God is your God, that ye call on him?
What is man, that the God who is guide of our way should care
⁠If day for a man be golden, or night be grim?"

But thou, dost thou hear? Stars too but abide for a span,
⁠Gods too but endure for a season; but thou, if thou be