But moon and stars fade fast and night passed by.
Rich with the fervor of its sun rose day.
“I know now none has found God and none may!
The force is He behind the day and night!”
Cried Abraham in rapture at the light.
Thus I love not for outward shows nor gold,
But for the silent love your heart does hold.
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I, too, have touched Life’s idols, found them clay,
Then, broken-hearted, sought some better thing,