God made "the greater light to rule the day."
The sun, with its unwearied, kindly ray,
A symbol is to us of that great light
Which knows no ebb or flow, no gloom or night.
But as earth, on an axis of her own,
Turns from the steadfast glory of the sun,
Yet finds relief from blackness in the sight
Of other worlds still basking in the light
Which shines upon her with reflected glow
Throughout the long night watches, still and slow,
Until at last the shadows disappear
And dawn's fresh loveliness is everywhere—
So, in this dream which masquerades as life,
Yet owns no gods but lawless will and strife,
Self-centered mortals, turned from Soul to sense,
Cry out that they have lost omnipotence.
Yet even here, reflecting the divine,
Love's pure ideas with borrowed radiance shine.
They gladden thought with Truth's reflected glow,
Reveal the hidden snares of sin and woe;
Their mission is to comfort, heal, and bless,
And through the righteousness which they express,
The desert and the solitary place
Behold the beauty of the Father's face.
So all mankind shall wake at last to see
Earth's empty dreams like phantom shadows flee,
Lost in the splendor of Love's changeless light.
God made "the lesser light to rule the night."

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