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There comes an hour when begging stops,

When the long interceding lips

Perceive their prayer is vain.

"Thou shalt not" is a kinder sword

Than from a disappointing God

"Disciple, call again."

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When the Astronomer stops seeking

For his Pleiad's Face —

When the lone British Lady

Forsakes the Arctic Race


When to his Covenant Needle

The Sailor doubting turns —

It will be amply early
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