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John Greenleaf Whittier - InvocationJohn Greenleaf Whittier - Invocation
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Through Thy clear spaces, Lord, of old, Formless and void the dead earth rolled; Deaf to Thy heaven`s sweet music, blind To the great lights which o`er it shined; No sound, no ray, no warmth, no breath,-- A dumb despair, a wandering death. To that dark, weltering horror came Thy spirit, like a subtle flame,-- A breath of life electrical, Awakening and transforming all, Till beat and thrilled in every part The pulses of a living heart. Then knew their bounds the land and sea; Then smiled the bloom of mead and tree; From flower to moth, from beast to man, The quick creative impulse ran; And earth, with life from thee renewed, Was in thy holy eyesight good. As lost and void, as dark and cold And formless as that earth of old; A wandering waste of storm and night, Midst spheres of song and realms of light; A blot upon thy holy sky, Untouched, unwarned of thee, am I. O Thou who movest on the deep Of spirits, wake my own from sleep Its darkness melt, its coldness warm, The lost restore, the ill transform, That flower and fruit henceforth may be Its grateful offering, worthy Thee.
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