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THE ALTAR OF THE RIGHTEOUSNESS
Nor yet may the dawn extinguish or hide it, when
churches and creeds
Are withered and blasted with sunlight as poisonous and
blossomless weeds.
So springs and strives through the soil that the legions of
darkness have trod,
From the root that is man, from the soul in the body,
the flower that is God.
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Through change and cloud uplift
The soul that soars and seeks her sovereign shrine,
Her faith's veiled altar, there
To find, when praise and prayer
Fall baffled, if the darkness be divine.
Lights change and shift through star and sun:
Night, clothed with might of immemorial years, is one.
