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THE FUTURE.
The World is waking up! the herald-larkAt widest stretch of wing and strain of throat
Doth cap all former flight, all highest note,
To sing-in the New Morning, from the dark
Like an angel of light's foreshining presence! Hark!
The notes fall full from clouds that golden float,
Like the big thunder-drops the Earth doth gloat
And quicken on, when parched, and baked, and stark.
The scales are falling from the eyes long-blind
Of groping Faith, touched by the light divine;
She grasps the angel Hope, and fast doth bind;
Like Jacob, looses not, till he a sign
Makes likes the vision'd angel, and behind
Leaves, thus constrain'd, a blessing on Mankind!
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