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“ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING”
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When moiling seems at ceaseIn the vague void of night-time,
And heaven's wide roomage stormless
Between the dusk and light-time,
And fear at last is formless,
We call the allurement Peace.
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Peace, this hid riot, Change,This revel of quick-cued mumming,
This never truly being,
This evermore becoming,
This spinner's wheel onfleeing
Outside perception's range.
1917.
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