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34 In God's world-army: I will help them there. And I believe Jesus, the Man of men, Who is God's personal Love and Righteousness, To be the one and only living Lord, Ruler alike of loftiest and least, Who, being reveal'd, will draw men unto Him, Each in his order and foreknown degree.

Sun of the living! Hesper of the gloom! Surely Thy dusky children call for Thee, Unknowing whom they call—the wail resounds Yet in mine ears of some funereal dirge For one beloved and vanished; when the moon Wavers, as if in water, among leaves Of air-moved umbrage; and a bark-built village Lies in pale elf-light, with embowering palm And silvern plantain; lonely forest shades Of over-frowning mountain-presences With stealthily mysterious forms aware. A bitter, long, monotonous human wail! More poignant than the cries of animal lives In unreverberate torture; 'tis a wail