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The Hebrew shepherd folk, up Goshen way,

worship a most unique God, Whom, they say,

governs the stars and yet is personal.

The world forgot what these peasants keep known

among themselves:  false gods, made of carved stone,

or nature's force, are lifeless, cold, and still.

Their darkened temples' dreadful rites just kill.

One God---kindly and fair, and ever living,

can understand mankind's need of forgiving,

amid both private sins and public strife.

I feel, as for the first time, in my soul

a warmth and light like to that of the sun.

Thus, this God's image shall be:  on each one

effulgent rays, bearing the cross of life.

Starward

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