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 What Hippo's saint and Calvin said;
The living seeking to the dead!
In vain I turned, in weary quest,
Old pages, where (God give them rest!)
The poor creed-mongers dreamed and guessed.
And still I prayed, “Lord, let me see
How Three are One, and One is Three;
Read the dark riddle unto me!”
Then something whispered, “Dost thou pray
For what thou hast? This very day
The Holy Three have crossed thy way.
“Did not the gifts of sun and air
To good and ill alike declare
The all-compassionate Father's care?
“In the white soul that stooped to raise
The lost one from her evil ways,
Thou saw'st the Christ, whom angels praise!
“A bodiless Divinity,
The still small Voice that spake to thee
Was the Holy Spirit's mystery!
“O blind of sight, of faith how small!
Father, and Son, and Holy Call;
This day thou hast denied them all!
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