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XLII. PROVIDENCE.
Providence is that thread on which are strungLike beads, all Acts and Epochs great and small,
Where diamonds glitter at wide interval
The sanguine and the sable gems among.
‘Wreathe it to one wide crown, and be it hung
Henceforth aloft in Time's memorial hall,
Suspend it o'er the symbol of the Fall;’
This is the burden of the angelic song.
But we must live by Faith: waiting the time
Solemnly set apart in God's great plan
For joining the beginning and the ending:
Then Truth and Love and Joy with choral blending
Shall chaunt the mythic tale of Earth: then Man
Shall mark the metre and recurrent rhyme.
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