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 If there be nothing, good or bad,
 * But chaos for a soul to trust,—

God counts it for a soul gone mad,
 * And if God be God, He is just.

And if God be God, He is Love;
 * And though the Dawn be still so dim,

It shows us we have played enough
 * With creeds that make a fiend of Him.

There is one creed, and only one,
 * That glorifies God s excellence;

So cherish, that His will be done,
 * The common creed of common sense.

It is the crimson, not the gray,
 * That charms the twilight of all time;

It is the promise of the day
 * That makes the starry sky sublime;

It is the faith within the fear
 * That holds us to the life we curse;—

So let us in ourselves revere
 * The Self which is the Universe!

Let us, the Children of the Night,
 * Put off the cloak that hides the scar!

Let us be Children of the Light,
 * And tell the ages what we are!