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Such circumstance of passionate praise Hath no religion; and the creeds No pomp of worship or of grace Like Nature’s, standing face to face With God, whose inmost thought she reads: No multitude of words she needs, Since all her worship is one word Of love, like that creation heard.

God leaves progression in her care: Through her it must materialize-- Our Mother! with strong lips of prayer, Majestic-browed, with hands that bare Immortal fire from the skies: Who looks, with no evasive eyes, Through life, and, smiling, sees beneath The beautiful, dark eyes of death.