God the Architect

Who thou art I know not,

But this much I know:

Thou hast set the Pleiades

In a silver row;

Thou hast sent the trackless winds

Loose upon their way;

Thou hast reared a colored wall

Twixt the night and day;

Thou hast made the flowers to blow,

And the stars to shine;

Hid rare gems of richest ore

In the tunneled mine —

But, chief of all thy wondrous works,

Supreme of all thy plan,

Thou hast put an upward reach

In the heart of Man.

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