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If ye are glorious ye are awful too,
And touch the springs of terror at their source,
As watch we your inexorable force,
And feel your pity it were vain to woo.
For, deaf to voice of prayer, ye would pursue
All pitiless and passionless your course,—
With all the thunders of the ages hoarse.
Nothing your flashing waters would subdue.
And touch the springs of terror at their source,
As watch we your inexorable force,
And feel your pity it were vain to woo.
For, deaf to voice of prayer, ye would pursue
All pitiless and passionless your course,—
With all the thunders of the ages hoarse.
Nothing your flashing waters would subdue.
We quail before you, torrents, in your pride;
The strongest swimmer caught within your power
Were but your plaything, helpless as the flower
Borne on the rapids' swift resistless tide.
Ah, well that o'er the chasm deep and broad
The rainbow glitters like the smile of God!
The strongest swimmer caught within your power
Were but your plaything, helpless as the flower
Borne on the rapids' swift resistless tide.
Ah, well that o'er the chasm deep and broad
The rainbow glitters like the smile of God!
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