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 Interrogate the oracle,

When God is close at hand.

And still the clouds go drifting by,

Or fall in fruitful rain:

High over us the stars, undimmed,

Benignant shine again;

And from that temple, viewless, vast,

Where failure is unknown,

The Father of existences

Keeps watch above his own.