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He felt himself the conscience of mankind—
God's evidence against man's evil. Lo!
Like God he knew if God were just or no.
His memory was an iron book wherein
Was graved a thousand years of human sin—
A thousand years of patience, mercy, love,
Outraged and scorned.
God's evidence against man's evil. Lo!
Like God he knew if God were just or no.
His memory was an iron book wherein
Was graved a thousand years of human sin—
A thousand years of patience, mercy, love,
Outraged and scorned.
“Ye clouds, grow great above;
Be swift, ye waters, to obey his nod;
Break, thou great deep, and rain, thou rain of God!”
Be swift, ye waters, to obey his nod;
Break, thou great deep, and rain, thou rain of God!”
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