Sabbath
Oh night, the burrowing of intent
to see the light, since faded without sun.
Ungodly love, decline Thee its content
my own, in Thee not judge the will to run.
As Holy Sabbath's answering
God's own begun,
I rest the day from wondering
that God in me . . . is won!
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