  Removed from pygmy ways afar, He feels the heft of sun and star,— He traces winding paths that go Beyond the ways that dullards know, And sails swift thoughts across the seas Of God's unsailed immensities. His vision sees the First and Last To present smallness welded fast, And he beholds with prophet eye The brotherhood of earth and sky, And, when Time's voyage wild is o'er The lights upon the farther shore! |
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