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When the Bright and Morning Star

opens and illumine my day,

I rejoice in His Salvific Name.

My soul is His, it bears His changeless claim;

it is vivifed by His assurance of Salvation.

No remembered failures, and their attendant guilt and shame

can wrest from me the Faith He gave me, my soul's exultation.

Whem the Daystar ascends to His throne on the height of noon,

having arisen in my heart where he swept away its interior gloom,

as His effulgence glosed within the borrowed tomb.

And upon His Gospel, and His sure Word of Prophecy that 

since thirty years ago I devoutly heed

(because they address and assuage my soul's every need),

guided to praise Him in this poetry.

When the stars of evening gather into the sky,

each in the place where Love, Who is God, assigned it,

and among which Poets discerned and entitled the constellations.

Uninterrupted by petty conniptions and competitions,

their stately grandeur bears witness to the Eternal Cosmologist,

Savior, Redeemer, He who has bestowed upon us His own Poiema.

Morning, noon, and evening, my hope need never be stalled

in despair, because to the Faith in Christ I have been called.

Starward