Broods the cosmos in painful rending Beyond infinity’s gentle bending Over misery’s edge, in galaxy far, Cries the lost, under lonely star, While glory, in virgin womb, abides
Superintelligence cannot fathom The hidden secret’s tender anthem For they from above all time and space charge hastening To the garden, to guard, to wield swords in chastening Where envy’s deceit resides
Until heaven, song and peace bestowing On lowly shepherds with their flocks and cattle lowing, Beheld revolving all hearts, and stars, and years, and land Around what humble Godhead offers man, And that mysterious joy besides.
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