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Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep,Where all that was to be, in all that was,Whirl’d for a million icons thro’ the vastWaste dawn of multitudinous eddying light–Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep,Thro’ all this changing world of changeless law,And every phase of ever-heightening life,And nine long months of antenatal gloom,With this last moon, this crescent– her dark orbTouch’d with earth’s light-thou comest, darling boy!

Live and be happy in thyself, and serveThis mortal race thy kin so well, that menMay bless thee as we bless thee, O young lifeBreaking with laughter from the dark; and mayThe fated channel where thy motion livesBe prosperously shaped, and sway thy courseAlong the years of haste and random youthUnshatter’d; then full-current thro’ full man;And last in kindly curves, with gentlest fall,By quiet fields, a slowly-dying power,To that last deep where we and thou are still.

With this last moon, this crescent,– her dark orbTouch’d with earth’s light– thou comest,”

Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep,From that great deep, before our world begins,Whereon the Spirit of God moves as he will–Out of the deep, my child, out of the deep,From that true world within the world we see,Whereof our world is but the bounding shore–Out of the deep, Spirit, out of the deep,With this ninth moon, that sends the hidden sunDown yon dark sea, thou comest, darling boy.

“Out of the deep, Spirit, out of the deep,With this ninth moon, that sends the hidden sunDown yon dark sea, thou comest, darling boy.

For in the world, which is not ours, They said‘Let us make man’ and that which should be man,From that one light no man can look upon,Drew to this shore lit by the suns and moonsAnd all the shadows.’

O dear spirit half lostIn thine own shadow and this fleshly signThat thou art thou– who wailest being bornAnd banish’d into mystery, and the painOf this divisible-indivisible worldAmong the numerable-innumerableSun, sun, and sun, thro’ finite-infinite spaceIn finite-infinite Time – our mortal veilAnd shatter’d phantom of that infinite One,Who made thee unconceivably ThyselfOut of His whole World-self and all in all—Live thou;

“Live thou! and of the grain and husk, the grapeAnd ivyberry, choose; and still departFrom death to death thro’ life and life, and findNearer and ever nearer Him, who wroughtNot matter, nor the finite-infinite,But this, main-miracle, that thou art thou,With power on thine own act and on the world.”

‘Live, and be happy in thyself, and serveThis mortal race thy kin.”

Hallowed be Thy name– Halleluiah!–Infinite Ideality!Immeasurable Reality;Infinite Personality;Hallowed be Thy name– Halleluiah!We feel we are nothing– for all is Thou and in TheeWe feel we are something– that also has come fromthee;We know we are nothing– but Thou wilt help us to be.Hallowed be Thy name– Halleluiah: