Yet Law is obedient to this Nameless One,
Whose glory all Creation sings; and shall be
While the Ages run!
“Might, Power, Dominion—” Still the censers swing;
The Heavens declare, in light upsurging still,
The glory of the King.
May not the Star Folk, little sisters mine,
Faint shadows though they be—and still obedient
To Law divine—
Declare His glory, Whom they may not know;