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All is lost!—their hour mistaken,
Truth and Right once more must flee.
Throne and Mitre—bravely shaken—
Fixed in bloody triumph, see!
And the world again must waken
From the Dream that man was free.
Truth and Right once more must flee.
Throne and Mitre—bravely shaken—
Fixed in bloody triumph, see!
And the world again must waken
From the Dream that man was free.
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Oule Oneiré!—Evil Vision!
Twice in anger sent to tell
Earth thy tale of Hope Elysian,
But the slumber to dispel
With a burst of fierce derision
From the lowest fiends of hell!
Twice in anger sent to tell
Earth thy tale of Hope Elysian,
But the slumber to dispel
With a burst of fierce derision
From the lowest fiends of hell!
Now, the shattered clouds dispersing,
On this sombre stage behold
The same wretched mimes, rehearsing
Damnéd tragedies of old.
On this sombre stage behold
The same wretched mimes, rehearsing
Damnéd tragedies of old.
Mark each petty, bustling agent
Draw the curtain, shift the scene,
To present the doleful pageant
Every age in turn hath been.
Draw the curtain, shift the scene,
To present the doleful pageant
Every age in turn hath been.
Yet, the Soul through time that rambles,
Threading, in her tortuous way,
The interminable shambles
Men call history—shall survey
All its horrors mere preambles
To the butchery of to-day.
Threading, in her tortuous way,
The interminable shambles
Men call history—shall survey
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To the butchery of to-day.
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