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A FRAGMENT.
Truth, like Death, bends a stern gaze on man,And in the awful calmness of her eyes,
Fate sits, a shrouded, solitary God,
Glooming the depths of their Eternity.
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And in the awful calmness of her eyes,
Fate sits, a shrouded, solitary God,
Glooming the depths of their Eternity.