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[VI
Twilight of Truth's unfettered wanderings]
Twilight of Truth's unfettered wanderings!Skies of supreme adventure, lightning-crossed!
Tho', as we soar alone, perchance, and lost,
Strange ethers yield beneath our desperate wings,
The diapason of Life's singing strings,
Large as the pensive murmur of still seas,
May reach us, and of all Truth's galaxies
Haply one star console our sufferings.
We stand, at least, too far beyond to heed
The protest vacant and grandiloquent
Of timid, rich and pious men: the event
Is ours to win or lose, and ours the faith
That he who sows the Truth's immortal seed
Shall harvest in the fields of life and death!
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