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 No planet knows that this Our wayside planet, carrying land and wave, Love and life multiplied, and pain and bliss, Bears, as chief treasure, one forsaken grave,

Nor, in our little day, May his devices with the heavens be guessed, His pilgrimage to tread the Milky Way Or His bestowals there be manifest.

But in the eternities, Doubtless we shall compare together, hear A million alien Gospels, in what guise He trod the Pleiades, the Lyre, the Bear.

O, be prepared, my soul! To read the inconceivable, to scan The million forms of God those stars enroll When, in our turn, we show to them a Man.

"I AM THE WAY"

Thou art the Way. Hadst Thou been nothing but the goal, I cannot say If Thou hadst ever met my soul.

I cannot see— I, child of process—if there lies An end for me, Full of repose, full of replies.