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REVELATIONS.
Yonder, like diamonds on a robe of blue(Such as Uranian Venus might have worn
When old Mythology would her adorn,
After its fashion figured to Man's view),
The Pleiads sparkle the soft ether through.
There, in lone splendour, yet without that scorn
Of lesser things with greatness often born,
Far Lyra shines, to some grand mission true!
Poised on this speck of Earth in soul I stand,
And fling its dust off, spurning it aside,
Like prisoner whose freedom is at hand.
A throb of consciousness runs through the wide,
Wide world. Its spirit wondrous and so grand
Thrills through my soul the thought, “It doth abide!”
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