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Rh To law material, immutable—

That Power immense, mysterious, intense,

Unseen as our own souls, but which must be

Like them the home of thought, with will and might

To stamp on mindless matter the soul's will.

Yea, in these souls of ours triumphant dwells

Some segment of the large creative Power—

A thing beyond the things of sight and sense;

A strength to think, a force to conquer force.

One are we with the ever-living One."

DESTINY

(AFTER READING A WORK ON ASTRONOMY)

THE OLD FAITH

that old faith I will take hold once more—

Now that the long waves bear me to the shore

And life's brief voyage is o'er;