Most merciful God Look kindly upon An impudent child Who wants sitting on. This evening late I went to the door And then to the gate There were more stars--more Than I could have expected, Even I! I was amazed, Almighty, August! I was utterly dazed, Omnipotent! Just In a word I was floored, Good God of Hosts--Lord! That at this time of day They should still blaze away, That thou hadst not rejected Or at least circumspected Their white silver beauty-- Was it spite? Was it duty?