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[Answer, ye glorious worlds that tread in light]
Answer, ye glorious worlds that tread in lightThe abysses of unfathomable space,
Whose lightning-sandalled feet, unerring, trace
Your paths appointed, through the shoreless night,
From unbeginning time,—who, on the sight
Of suns earth knows not, flash,—say, ye bright race,
Ye wanderers of the heavens, hath joy no place
In your existence? Earth, thou whose young flight
Eternity alone beheld, on high,
Above me, hark, below and from around,
Thy thronging voices come, the horrid cry
Of the torn cataract,—the mighty sound
Of rushing winds,—the roar of seas,—speak they
Not passions, fiercer far than tear the things of clay?
Hastings, November 2nd, 1842.
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