Most merciful God Look kindly upon An impudent child Who wants sitting on. This evening late I went to the door And then to the gate There were more stars—more Than I could have expected, Even I! I was amazed, Almighty, August! I was utterly dazed, Omnipotent! Just In a word I was floored, Good God of Hosts—Lord! That at this time of day They should still blaze away, That thou hadst not rejected Or at least circumspected Their white silver beauty— Was it spite? Was it duty?SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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