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I	A
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I woke in the night and the darkness was heavy and deep	B
I had known it was dark in my sleep	B
And I rose and looked out	C
And the fathomless vault was all sparkling set thick round about	C
With the ancient inhabiters silent and wheeling too far	D
For man's heart like a voyaging frigate to sail where remote	E
In the sheen of their glory they float	E
Or man's soul like a bird to fly near of their beams to partake	F
And dazed in their wake	F
Drink day that is born of a star	D
I murmured Remoteness and greatness how deep you are set	G
How afar in the rim of the whole	H
You know nothing of me nor of man nor of earth O nor yet	G
Of our light bearer drawing the marvellous moons as they roll	H
Of our regent the sun	I
I look on you trembling and think in the dark with my soul	H
How small is our place 'mid the kingdoms and nations of God	J
These are greater than we every one	I
And there falls a great fear and a dread cometh over that cries	K
O my hope Is there any mistake	F
Did He speak Did I hear Did I listen aright if He spake	F
Did I answer Him duly For surely I now am awake	F
If never I woke until now	L
And a light baffling wind that leads nowhither plays on my brow	L
As a sleep I must think on my day of my path as untrod	J
Or trodden in dreams in a dreamland whose coasts are a doubt	J
Whose countries recede from my thoughts as they grope round about	J
And vanish and tell me not how	L
Be kind to our darkness O Fashioner dwelling in light	J
And feeding the lamps of the sky	A
Look down upon this one and let it be sweet in Thy sight	J
I pray Thee to night	J
O watch whom Thou madest to dwell on its soil Thou Most High	A
For this is a world full of sorrow there may be but one	I
Keep watch o'er its dust else Thy children for aye are undone	I
For this is a world where we die	A
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II	A
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With that a still voice in my spirit that moved and that yearned	J
There fell a great calm while it spake	F
I had heard it erewhile but the noises of life are so loud	J
That sometimes it dies in the cry of the street and the crowd	J
To the simple it cometh the child or asleep or awake	F
And they know not from whence of its nature the wise never learned	J
By his wisdom its secret the worker ne'er earned	J
By his toil and the rich among men never bought with his gold	J
Nor the times of its visiting monarchs controlled	J
Nor the jester put down with his jeers	M
For it moves where it will nor its season the aged discerned	J
By thought in the ripeness of years	N
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O elder than reason and stronger than will	O
A voice when the dark world is still	O
Whence cometh it Father Immortal thou knowest and we	P
We are sure of that witness that sense which is sent us of Thee	P
For it moves and it yearns in its fellowship mighty and dread	J
And let down to our hearts it is touched by the tears that we shed	J
It is more than all meanings and over all strife	Q
On its tongue are the laws of our life	Q
And it counts up the times of the dead	J
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III	A
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I will fear you O stars never more	R
I have felt it Go on while the world is asleep	B
Golden islands fast moored in God's infinite deep	B
Hark hark to the words of sweet fashion the harpings of yore	R
How they sang to Him seer and saint in the far away lands	S
The heavens are the work of Thy hands	S
They shall perish but Thou shalt endure	T
Yea they all shall wax old	J
But Thy throne is established O God and Thy years are made sure	T
They shall perish but Thou shalt endure	T
They shall pass like a tale that is told	J
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Doth He answer the Ancient of Days	U
Will He speak in the tongue and the fashion of men	V
Hist hist while the heaven hung multitudes shine in His praise	U
His language of old Nay He spoke with them first it was then	V
They lifted their eyes to His throne	W
They shall call on Me 'Thou art our Father our God Thou alone '	-
For I made them I led them in deserts and desolate ways	U
I have found them a Ransom Divine	X
I have loved them with love everlasting the children of men	V
I swear by Myself they are Mine	X

Jean Ingelow

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