Seatonian Poems By the Rev. J. M. Neale |
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O past the power of human speech,Past utterance of the song to teach,—
How those granitic temples rise
And gloom athwart the quiet skies;
The moon, a pale and sickly disk,
Looks down upon each obelisk,
And throws a shadow gaunt and dim
O'er lines of kingly Anakim,
O'er human pomp and human pride,
And human passions deified:
All so unearthly, all so vast,
All breathing of the mighty past.
Here is the chieftain's latest bed
Of old heroic story;
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Reposes in his glory.
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