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TIME'S HONOUR.
The attributes of God are all in allOf beauty and of glory: man admireth
In creature-excellence despite the fall
Just what reflected Deity inspireth:
So cometh it, that Loveliness hath love,
Truth doth enchant, and Mighty Force appal;
And, as The Father is enthroned above,
‘Ancient of Days,’—Antiquity requireth
Man's homage for such nearness to his God:
And so, when ancestry beneath the sod,
And old old woods, and rooftree black with age,
To modern days reflect an ancient fame
Enshrined in history's mediæval page,
These paint the gilded halo round a Name.
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