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 Nor yet may the dawn extinguish or hide it, when churches and creeds Are withered and blasted with sunlight as poisonous and blossomless weeds. So springs and strives through the soil that the legions of darkness have trod, From the root that is man, from the soul in the body, the flower that is God.

Ages and creeds that drift Through change and cloud uplift The soul that soars and seeks her sovereign shrine, Her faith's veiled altar, there To find, when praise and prayer Fall baffled, if the darkness be divine. Lights change and shift through star and sun: Night, clothed with might of immemorial years, is one.