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[IX
That day of the innumerable days]
That day of the innumerable daysWas like a gate set open secretly,
Where the swift sense of immortality
Drave us from Time's interminable ways.
Clear as a song's inviolable phrase,
Tender as sunset on a windless sea,
Our sudden hearts yielded ineffably,
Our eyes drank deep of Truth's eternal rays.
We saw how blind and aimless on and on
Time journeys, while the ripened harvests stand
Of Truth and Liberty on either hand;
And so we reaped and made the sacred bread
And poured the wine of Love's communion:
And there that day the starving soul was fed.
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