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Now, therefore, all my triumph is the greaterIn that for me this splendid bud hath bent:
The greater, grander triumph cometh later,
With more within it of divine content.
What though the former blue clear heavens were rent
With thunder, and the forked lightning flew
Like angry wings of vengeful angels sent
Sudden adown the piteous shuddering blue?
What though the old glad skies of peaceful hue
Be gone for ever—yet, in front sublime
Delight waits, nobler than delights we knew
In early struggling days of love and rhyme.
For him who tarries, him who patient waits,
Bound open at the last heaven's inmost gates!
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