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All things are shadows of thee, Lord; / The sun himself is but thy shade; / My spirit is the shadow of thy word, / A thing that thou hast said.
Diamonds are shadows of the sun, / They gleam as after him they hark: / My soul some arrows of thy light hath won.
And feebly fights the dark!
All knowledges are broken shades, / In gulfs of dark a scattered horde: / Together rush the parted glory-grades -- / Then, lo, thy garment, Lord!
My soul, the shadow, still is light / Because the shadow falls from thee; / I turn, dull candle, to the centre bright, / And home flit shadowy.
Shine, Lord; shine me thy shadow still; / The brighter I, the more thy shade!
My motion be thy lovely moveless will!
My darkness, light delayed!