It was too late for Man —
But early, yet, for God —
Creation — impotent to help —
But Prayer — remained — Our Side —
How excellent the Heaven —
When Earth — cannot be had —
How hospitable — then — the face
Of our Old Neighbor — God —
It was too late for Man —
But early, yet, for God —
Creation — impotent to help —
But Prayer — remained — Our Side —
How excellent the Heaven —
When Earth — cannot be had —
How hospitable — then — the face
Of our Old Neighbor — God —
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