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Spiritual Darkness
A darkness, like the middle of the night,Clouds in the morn, and e'en the mid day hours;
Men wander round, as if devoid of sight,
Or led astray by false deluding powers.
The wise knew not its coming, nor can tell
Whence fell this darkness, like a plague, on all;
In vain they seek by knowledge to dispel
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The astronomer the sun's eclipse foretells,
The day and hour, when quenched his glorious ray;
The moment, when his arrowy beam dispels
The sudden night, and brings returning day;
But who the dark eclipses of the mind
Can thus predict? by calculation find?
Poem No. 4; c. 9 October 1869
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