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Before the day begins, before the sun, itself, rises,

my soul (if not always my failed body) turns starward.

After the day closes, after the sun, itself, descends,

my soul (having that day rejoiced what I can) turns starward.

Like in the month January, when I became a Christian---

having renounced the world's secularities---

like the month Christ received me, I turned starward.

Like that sultry July night, when He roused me out of my

bed of slumber and bid me step outside and look upward at the

very splendor of His sky, I turned starward.

Like another warmed July night, when I was given the gift to

escape the much mocked mundane name, I turned starward.

When comes this flesh must die, and angels draw near (that I

need not fear), I shall be, evermore, turned Starward; and evermore Christ's.

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