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"But some see God like Guthrum, Crowned, with a great beard curled, But I see God like a good giant, That, labouring, lifts the world. BUT SOME SEE GOD LIKE ETHRUM CROWNED WITH A GREAT BEARD CURLED BUT I SEE GOD LIKE A GOOD GIANT THAT LABOURING LIFTS THE WORLD
 is not He forgot? "For was not God my gardener And silent like a slave; That opened oaks on the uplands Or thicket in graveyard gave? "And was not God my armourer, All patient and unpaid, That sealed my skull as a helmet, And ribs for hauberk made? "Did not a great grey servant Of all my sires and me, Build this pavilion of the pines, And herd the fowls and fill the vines, And labour and pass and leave no signs Save mercy and mystery? "For God is a great servant, And rose before the day, From some primordial slumber torn; But all we living later born Sleep on, and rise after the morn, And the Lord has gone away. "On things half sprung from sleeping, All sleepy suns have shone, They stretch stiff arms, the yawning trees, The beasts blink upon hands and knees, Man is awake and does and sees-- But Heaven has done and gone. "For who shall guess the good riddle Or speak of the Holiest, Save in faint figures and failing words, Who loves, yet laughs among the swords, Labours, and is at rest? OT IS NOT HE TOO A SERVANT AND IS NOT HE FORGOT FOR WAS NOT GOD MY GARDENER AND SILENT LIKE A SLAVE THAT OPENED OAKS IN THE UPLANDS O' THE THICKET AND GRAVEYARD GAVE AND WAS NOT GOD MY ARMOURER ALL PATIENT AND UNPAID THAT SEALED MY SKULL AS A HELMET AND RIBS FOR HAUBERK MADE DID NOT A GREAT GRAY SERVANT OF ALL MY SIRES AND ME BUILD THIS PAVILION OF THE PINES AND HERD THE FOWL AND FILL THE VINES AND LABOUR AND PASS AND LEAVE NO SIGNS SAVE MERCY AND MYSTERY FOR GOD IS A GREAT SERVANT AND ROSE BEFORE THE DAY FROM SOME PRIMORTAL SLUMBER TORN BUT ALL WE LIVING LATER BORN SLEEP ON AND RISE AFTER THE MORN AND THE LORD HAS GONE AWAY ON THINGS HALF SPRUNG FROM SLEEPING ALL SLEEPY SUNS HAVE SHONE THEY STRETCH STIFF ARMS THE YAWNING TREES THE BEASTS BLINK UPON HANDS AND KNEES AND MAN IS AWAKE AND DOES AND SEES BUT HEAVEN HAS DONE AND GONE FOR WHO SHALL GUESS THE GOOD RIDDLE OR SPEAK OF THE HOLIEST SAVE IN FAINT FIGURES AND FAILING WORDS WHO LOVES YET LAUGHS AMONG THE SWORDS LABOURS AND IS AT REST
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