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IN THE TWILIGHT

Lord, is it daytime or night?
Failure, Lord, or success?
Speak to us, answer us, thou:
Surely the light of thy brow
Gave us, giveth us, light,
Dark be the season or bright,
Strong to support or suppress.

Thou, with eyes to the east,
Beautiful, vigilant eyes;
Father, Comforter, Chief,
Joy be it with us or grief,
Season of funeral or feast,
Careful of thine, of thy least,
Careful who lives and who dies.

Soul and Spirit of all,
Keeping the watch of the world,
All through the night-watches, there
Gazing through turbulent air
Standest; how shall we fall?
What should afflict or appal,
Though the streamers of storm be unfurled?

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