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The Vision.
In thoughts of the visions of night,
When slumber possessed me,
My spirit was seized with affright
And horrors oppressed me.
When slumber possessed me,
My spirit was seized with affright
And horrors oppressed me.
A phantom appeared to my eyes,
A vapor of error;
I could not discover its guise,
I saw but a terror.
A vapor of error;
I could not discover its guise,
I saw but a terror.
The darkness with silence was shod;
A voice queried lowly:
“Shall mortals be juster than God?
More pure than the Holy?
A voice queried lowly:
“Shall mortals be juster than God?
More pure than the Holy?
“In angels He putteth no trust,
They tremble before Him;
How then may the creatures of dust
Approach to implore Him?
They tremble before Him;
How then may the creatures of dust
Approach to implore Him?
“They vanish from morning to eve,
They perish like stubble;
And none who regardeth will grieve,
Or succor their trouble.
They perish like stubble;
And none who regardeth will grieve,
Or succor their trouble.
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“Their excellence fadeth to naught,
Their gladness to sorrow;
And even the wisdom they taught
Lasts not till the morrow.”
Their gladness to sorrow;
And even the wisdom they taught
Lasts not till the morrow.”
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