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Voices That Pass
What though we grope and ágonise, in Worlds dark:
Séemeth éver some malignant ínfluence;
Frail expectation of Mans mortal wit,
To dísappoint. Our days' brief season spent,
We in World of Darkness wíther as a plant.
Other Voices.
What though we grope and ágonise, in Worlds dark:
Séemeth éver some malignant ínfluence;
Frail expectation of Mans mortal wit,
To dísappoint. Our days' brief season spent,
We in World of Darkness wíther as a plant.
Other Voices.
A reverent expectation best befits us;
And live in Faith of thé Eternal Good.
Unto even the sacred Muses rest unwist;
The highest and éverlásting Ocean-mysteries.
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Unto even the sacred Muses rest unwist;
The highest and éverlásting Ocean-mysteries.
To whom: were once made known the least of such;
Would not that sacred Sisterhoods' golden Band;
(Whose power divine uphólds the hearts of men;
And comforts ín rude hubbubs of the World;)
Pluck from their crystal foreheads, thé proud bays;
Wherewith mens twilight ages have thém crowned.
And meekly adoring the Eternal Verities;
Prostrate them lowly on ground, before the Throne:
And with hymn, worship, the All-High alone;
Who inhabitéth the Harmonies of Heaven?
Would not that sacred Sisterhoods' golden Band;
(Whose power divine uphólds the hearts of men;
And comforts ín rude hubbubs of the World;)
Pluck from their crystal foreheads, thé proud bays;
Wherewith mens twilight ages have thém crowned.
And meekly adoring the Eternal Verities;
Prostrate them lowly on ground, before the Throne:
And with hymn, worship, the All-High alone;
Who inhabitéth the Harmonies of Heaven?
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