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Andrew Lang - Natural Theology
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"Once CAGN was like a father, kind and good,
   But He was spoiled by fighting many things;
He wars upon the lions in the wood,
   And breaks the Thunder-bird`s tremendous wings;
But still we cry to Him,--`We are thy brood -
   O Cagn, be merciful!` and us He brings
To herds of elands, and great store of food,
   And in the desert opens water-springs."

So Qing, King Nqsha`s Bushman hunter, spoke,
   Beside the camp-fire, by the fountain fair,
When all were weary, and soft clouds of smoke
   Were fading, fragrant, in the twilit air:
And suddenly in each man`s heart there woke
   A pang, a sacred memory of prayer.
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