What if I disobey?

Thou art but stone or clay."

They hear not, but their worshippers impute

Them faculties to suit

The divination of the prayers they say;

And Christ, who understands

His children in all lands

When from the dark their dying souls have cried,

Shrines His great heart of love within the clod

The savage calls his god

And all idolatry is deified.

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ODE TO THE NEW CENTURY.

The dial has pointed the hour and the hour has rounded the day,

The day has finished the year that dies with a century's birth;

Eastward the morning stars sing as they go their way:

"Lo! the Great Mother travaileth, a king is born to the earth!

King of a hundred years, and king of a million tombs,

Sovereign of infinite joys, keeper of countless tears;

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