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A VERY MINOR POET SPEAKS by ISABEL VALLE

First Line: A GLOWWORM IN A GARDEN PRAYED:
Last Line: "GOD! SET ME GLOWING! LET ME SHINE!"

A GLOWWORM in a garden prayed:
"I cannot glow! God, Thou hast made
Me with an ache to glow; Thy stamp
Is on my kin; each has a lamp,
Which, as Thou breathest through the night,
Goes down and up; I have no light.
Unless Thyself within him burn,
How should Thy crawling creature learn
To trace his circle in the sand
Cast rayless from Thy ray-filled hand --
A thing not worth the Maker's mark?
Who builds a temple leaves it dark --
Forgets the candle in the shrine?
God! Set me glowing! Let me shine!"



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