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SONNET.
Upon the hill of Mars the Apostle trod,
And cried aloud, with the Athenians round—
Ye men of Athens, as I past, I found
Inscribed an altar, 'To the unknown God!'
Whom thus ye worship, ignorantly awed,
Him I declare to you!—The mighty One,
The Lord of heaven and earth, who dwells alone.
Not in the temples made with hands—Him laud
And glorify, and praise; who giveth breath,
And life, and all things—who one blood hath given
To every separate nation under heaven;
And set the bounds of time, and change, and death—
The living God! O!lift your eyes to Him,
Who is not far 'from each, although your sight bedim.
And cried aloud, with the Athenians round—
Ye men of Athens, as I past, I found
Inscribed an altar, 'To the unknown God!'
Whom thus ye worship, ignorantly awed,
Him I declare to you!—The mighty One,
The Lord of heaven and earth, who dwells alone.
Not in the temples made with hands—Him laud
And glorify, and praise; who giveth breath,
And life, and all things—who one blood hath given
To every separate nation under heaven;
And set the bounds of time, and change, and death—
The living God! O!lift your eyes to Him,
Who is not far 'from each, although your sight bedim.
