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(_The poor old Past, The Future's slave, She drudged through pain and crime To bring about the blissful Prime, Then  perished. There's a grave! THE POOR OLD PAST THE FUTURE SLAVE SHE DRUDGE THROUGH PAIN AND CRIME TO BRING ABOUT THE BLISSFUL PRIME THEN PERISHED THEIR'S A GRAVE
 in the gloom; Kings wag their heads--Now save thyself Who wouldst rebuild the world in bloom. (_Tide-mark And top of the ages’ strike, Verge where they called the world to come, The last advance of life-- Ha ha, the rust on the Iron Dome!_) Nay, but revere the hid event; In the cloud a sword is girded on, I mark a twinkling in the tent Of Michael the warrior one. Senior wisdom suits not now, The light is on the youthful brow. (_Ay, in caves the miner see: His forehead bears a blinking light; Darkness so he feebly braves-- A meagre wight!_) But He who rules is old--is old; Ah! faith is warm, but heaven with age is cold. (_Ho ho, ho ho, The cloistered doubt Of olden times Is blurted out!_) The Ancient of Days forever is young, Forever the scheme of Nature thrives; I know a wind in purpose strong-- It spins _against_ the way it drives. What if the gulfs their slimed foundations bare? So deep must the stones be hurled Whereon the throes of ages rear The final empire and the happier world.  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 TIDE MARK AND TOP OF THE AGE'S STRIFE VERGE WHERE THEY CALL THE WORLD TO COME THE LAST ADVANCE OF LIFE HA HA THE RUST ON THE IRON DOME NAY BUT REVERE THE HID EVENT IN THE CLOUD A SWORD IS GIRDED ON I MARK A TWINKLING IN THE TENT OF MICHAEL THE WARRIOR ONE SENIOR WISDOM SUITS NOT NOW THE LIGHT IS ON THE YOUTHFUL BROW AY IN CAVES THE MINOR SEA HIS FOREHEAD BEARS A BLINKING LIGHT DARKNESS SO HE FEEBLY BRAVES A MEAGRE WIGHT BUT HE WHO RULES IS OLD IS OLD AH FAITH IS WARM BUT HEAVEN WITH AGE IS COLD HO HO THE CLOISTERED DOUBT OF OLDEN TIMES IS BLURTED OUT THE ANCIENT OF DAYS FOR EVER IS YOUNG FOR EVER THE SCHEME OF NATURE THRIVES I KNOW A WIND IN PURPOSE STRONG IT SPINS AGAINST THE WAY IT DRIVES WHAT IF THE GULFS THEIR SLIMED FOUNDATIONS BEAR SO DEEP MUST THE STONES BE HURLED WHEREON THE THROES OF AGES RARE THE FINAL EMPIRE AND THE HAPPIER WORLD
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