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1862–1932

THE WATCHER

Gilbert Parker

As the wave to the shore, as the dew to the leaf, As the breeze to the flower, As the scent of a rose to the heart of a child, As the rain to the dusty land —

My heart goeth out unto Thee — unto Thee! The night is far spent and the day is at hand. As the song of a bird to the call of a star, As the sun to the eye,

As the anvil of man to the hammers of God, As the snow to the earth — Is my word unto Thy word — to Thy word! The night is far spent and the day is at hand

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