The Religious Instinct

When I love most — I am turned psalmist.
I have expression from my wrong.
I bay like a ghost-scenting hound,
" Where is God hid? for I would smite him with a song. "
Come back, Jehovah,
Give me cover.
Come back, old god,
For I have lost my lover.
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