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II. LAW AND GRACE.

Yes, I remember: once beneath a yoke
We walked, with jealous pride and painful fear:

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Then a stern footstep sounded ever near;
And, when that Presence dread His silence broke,
Austere and cold as if a statue spoke,
Each marble sentence smote upon my ear;
Yet ‘Thou shalt not’ was all that I could hear—
Then sudden from its trance my spirit woke.
The sun was rising. Floods of light divine,
Golden, and crimson on the mountains played.
I saw the village spire like silver shine:
Eolian music filled the echoing shade:
And I could hear, through all the murmuring glen,
Music of moving Gods come down to live with men.