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The rout it herds around the heart, The ghost is yielded in the gloom; Kings wag their heads  Now save thyself Who wouldst rebuild the world in bloom. THEY ROUTED HERDS AROUND THE HEART THE GHOST IS YIELDED IN THE GLOOM KINGS WAG THEIR HEADS NOW SAVE THYSELF WHO WOULDST REBUILD THE WORLD IN BLOOM
eep abyss, Heaven’s ominous silence over all. Return, return, O eager Hope, And face man’s latter fall. Events, they make the dreamers quail; Satan’s old age is strong and hale, A disciplined captain, gray in skill, And Raphael a white enthusiast still; Dashed aims, at which Christ’s martyrs pale, Shall Mammon’s slaves fulfill? (_Dismantle the fort, Cut down the fleet-- Battle no more shall be! While the fields for fight in æons to come Congeal beneath the sea._) The terrors of truth and dart of death To faith alike are vain; Though comets, gone a thousand years, Return again, Patient she stands--she can no more-- And waits, nor heeds she waxes hoar. (_At a stony gate, A statue of stone, Weed overgrown-- Long ’twill wait!_) But God his former mind retains, Confirms his old decree; The generations are inured to pains, And strong Necessity Surges, and heaps Time’s strand with wrecks. The People spread like a weedy grass, The thing they will they bring to pass, And prosper to the apoplex. S A BUGLE WAILS THE LONG RECALL DERISION STIRS THE DEEP ABYSS HEAVEN'S OMINOUS SILENCE OVERAW RETURN RETURN NO EAGER HOPE AND FACE MAN'S LATTER FALL EVENTS THEY MAKE THE DREAMER'S QUAIL SATAN'S OLD AGE IS STRONG IN HALE A DISCIPLINED CAPTAIN GRAY IN SKILL AND RAPHAEL A WHITE ENTHUSIAST STILL DASH'D AIMS AT WHICH CHRIST'S MARTYRS PALE SHALL MAMMON'S SLAVES FULFIL DISMANTLE THE FORT CUT DOWN THE FLEET BATTLE NO MORE SHALL BE WHILE THE FIELDS FOR FIGHT AND AEONS TO COME CONGEAL BENEATH THE SEA THE TERRORS OF TRUTH AND DART OF DEATH TO FAITH ALIKE ARE VAIN THOUGH COMETS GONE A THOUSAND YEARS RETURN AGAIN PATIENT SHE STANDS SHE CAN NO MORE AND WAITS NOR HEEDS SHE WAXES HOAR AT A STONY GATE A STATUE OF STONE WEED OVERGROWN LONG TWILL WAIT BUT GOD HIS FORMER MIND RETAINS CONFIRMS HIS OLD DECREE THE GENERATIONS ARE INURED TO PAINS AND STRONG NECESSITY SURGES AND HEAPS TIME STRAND WITH WRECKS THE PEOPLE SPREAD LIKE A WEEDY GRASS THE THING THEY WILL THEY BRING TO PASS AND PROSPER TO THE APOPOLYX
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