My Period Had Come For Prayer

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My period had come for Prayer No other Art would do My Tactics missed a rudiment Creator Was it you? God grows above so those who pray Horizons must ascend And so I stepped upon the North To see this Curious Friend His House was not no sign had He By Chimney nor by Door Could I infer his Residence Vast Prairies of Air Unbroken by a Settler Were all that I could see Infinitude Had’st Thou no Face That I might look on Thee? The Silence condescended Creation stopped for Me But awed beyond my errand I worshipped did not pray