Father, before the Darkness falls again,
Before my soul wends backward to the Night,
Grant unto me Thy earliest gift to Man,
Form me in image godlike to Thyself.
Is it beyond Thy power to make me well?
Thou weakling God! then send me down Thy
Christ,
He whose strong pity hath dethroned Thy might,
And made a man a worthier god than Thou:
For he in peasant lands of Galilee