A canopy of stars or a sky stretched out
Like a tent from horizon to horizon
Whose light gives object to the reaching flowers
Tremendous trees, proud plants, terrible storms
Seeking the new in the practiced old
Whose triune project is beyond believing
Or in a mysterious realm where the view
Is religious disbelief in some method
Whose glorious policy extends in language
Over oceans, meeting every shore with life
Reflected on the surface of the water
Whose divine understanding allows clouds
To leave teachings on the tender grass
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