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<p>He was – Himself. Two <del>Epochus</del> <add>Centuries</add><lb/> | |||
'' | One gainst the other raging<lb/> | ||
Bowed <del>as</del> by fate admonished<lb/> | |||
When he their strife assuaging<lb/> | |||
Cried "silence" & in majesty<lb/> | |||
Sat <del>down between them</del> <add>like a God above</add><lb/> | |||
He is fled: <del>&</del> but what tempestuousness<lb/> | |||
Played round this broken <unclear>bubble</unclear><lb/> | |||
<del>And</del> Envy in <add>all</add> its mightiness<lb/> | |||
And pity in its trouble<lb/> | |||
And hopes unextinguished<lb/> | |||
And never <del>doubting</del> <add>shaken</add> love</p> | |||
<p>And <del>round</del> <add>o'er</add> the shipwrecked mariner<lb/> | |||
The surges roll & thunder<lb/> | |||
And break around, – while agonized<lb/> | |||
It's thro' the waves that sunder<lb/> | |||
Looks with a mad solicitude<lb/> | |||
For some far dream of land.</p> | |||
<p>So round that soul the memories<lb/> | |||
Gather of other ages<lb/> | |||
And after shall posterity<lb/> | |||
Dwell on the eternal pages<lb/> | |||
And in the marvellous register<lb/> | |||
Let fall the weary hand</p> | |||
<pb/> | |||
<p>Alas! how oft when silently<lb/> | |||
Some heavy day was <del>dying</del> closing<lb/> | |||
Midst summer lightning! <unclear>radience</unclear><lb/> | |||
<del>And to his heart <gap/></del> <add>His arms his bosom <gap/></add><lb/> | |||
<del>His</del> Must thoughts of <del>days of estacy</del> <add>glories vanished</add><lb/> | |||
<del>Gone</del> Have <del>disturbed him thence</del> <add>torn his bosom thus</add> –</p> | |||
<p>The moving tents – the battlements<lb/> | |||
Crowded with busy forces<lb/> | |||
The flashes of the maniples<lb/> | |||
The waves of battle <del>passes</del><lb/> | |||
Commandements <del>eager</del> <add>peevish</add> selflessness<lb/> | |||
<del>The</del> Obedience swift as air.</p> | |||
<p>In such an hour of loneliness<lb/> | |||
The weary Soul was driven <lb/> | |||
From earth – then came in gentliness<lb/> | |||
A pitying hand from heaven<lb/> | |||
And bore it on to paradise<lb/> | |||
To an unclouded sky –</p> | |||
<p>Up to those flower<del>y</del> wreathed palaces<lb/> | |||
Hopes ever bright dominion<lb/> | |||
Eternal fields where blessedness<lb/> | |||
Soars beyond fancy's <gap/><lb/> | |||
And darkness, – silence – solitude –<lb/> | |||
Above <add>Around</add> earth's glories be</p> | |||
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He was – Himself. Two Epochus Centuries
One gainst the other raging
Bowed as by fate admonished
When he their strife assuaging
Cried "silence" & in majesty
Sat down between them like a God above
He is fled: & but what tempestuousness
Played round this broken bubble
And Envy in all its mightiness
And pity in its trouble
And hopes unextinguished
And never doubting shaken love
And round o'er the shipwrecked mariner
The surges roll & thunder
And break around, – while agonized
It's thro' the waves that sunder
Looks with a mad solicitude
For some far dream of land.
So round that soul the memories
Gather of other ages
And after shall posterity
Dwell on the eternal pages
And in the marvellous register
Let fall the weary hand
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Alas! how oft when silently
Some heavy day was dying closing
Midst summer lightning! radience
And to his heart His arms his bosom
His Must thoughts of days of estacy glories vanished
Gone Have disturbed him thence torn his bosom thus –
The moving tents – the battlements
Crowded with busy forces
The flashes of the maniples
The waves of battle passes
Commandements eager peevish selflessness
The Obedience swift as air.
In such an hour of loneliness
The weary Soul was driven
From earth – then came in gentliness
A pitying hand from heaven
And bore it on to paradise
To an unclouded sky –
Up to those flowery wreathed palaces
Hopes ever bright dominion
Eternal fields where blessedness
Soars beyond fancy's
And darkness, – silence – solitude –
Above Around earth's glories be
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