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THE BIRTH OF LIGHT
Like the tempest's wreath round the mountains curl'd—
Night's mantle of mist was thrown over the world;
Whirling around in the abyss of space,
It's huge dark form, void of feature or grace
Roll'd alone in the sphere of its birth,
Ere the thunderer spoke into being, the earth.
Around it was flowing the waters of ocean,
With a wild, and sullen, irregular motion;
Within it, the voice of the Volcan was speaking,
Whilst the fire of his breath, its dark mantle was streaking;
Above it, in light, was the God of its being,
Alone, in the greatness of self, the all-seeing.
Night's mantle of mist was thrown over the world;
Whirling around in the abyss of space,
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Roll'd alone in the sphere of its birth,
Ere the thunderer spoke into being, the earth.
Around it was flowing the waters of ocean,
With a wild, and sullen, irregular motion;
Within it, the voice of the Volcan was speaking,
Whilst the fire of his breath, its dark mantle was streaking;
Above it, in light, was the God of its being,
Alone, in the greatness of self, the all-seeing.
Hark! the mountains leap, rejoicing,
At that wild and mellow voicing;
Stills the ocean, in its rushing,
As that melody is gushing;
Lo! the voican, stays his thunder,
And his red-eyes ope in wonder;
Earth in all her parts rejoices,
With her myriad of voices;
O'er the eastern realm is streaking,
Hues of white, like lightning breaking;
Now the ocean drinks its splendor,
Shining bolder, and less tender;
Now the mountains form a cluster;
To receive the rising lustre;
Now the vallies hail the morn,
Earth rejoices—Light is born!
At that wild and mellow voicing;
Stills the ocean, in its rushing,
As that melody is gushing;
Lo! the voican, stays his thunder,
And his red-eyes ope in wonder;
Earth in all her parts rejoices,
With her myriad of voices;
O'er the eastern realm is streaking,
Hues of white, like lightning breaking;
Now the ocean drinks its splendor,
Shining bolder, and less tender;
Now the mountains form a cluster;
To receive the rising lustre;
Now the vallies hail the morn,
Earth rejoices—Light is born!
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