At morn the wise man walked abroad,
Proud with the learning of great fools.
He laughed and said, '€˜There is no God '€“
'€˜Tis force creates, '€˜tis reason rules.'€™
Meek with the wisdom of great faith,
At night he knelt while angels smiled,
And wept and cried with anguished breath,
'€˜Jehovah, God, save Thou my child.'€™
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