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I stood, one azure dusk, in old Auxerre / Before the grey Cathedral's towering height, / And in the Eastern darkness, very fair / I saw a little star that twinkled bright; / How small it looked beside the mighty pile, / Whose stone was rosy with the Western glow -- / A little star -- I pondered for a while, / And then the solemn truth began to know.
That tiny star was some enormous sphere, / The great cathedral was an atomy -- / So often when grey trouble looms so near / That God shines in our minds but distantly, -- / If we but thought, our grief would seem so small / That we would see that God's great love was all.