  An ashen grey touched faint my night-dark room, I flung my window wide to the whispering lawn— Great God! I saw Thy mighty globe from gloom Roll with its sleeping millions to the dawn. No tremor spoke its motion swift and vast, In hush it swept the awful curve adown, The shadow that its rushing speed did cast Concealed the Father's hand, the Kingly crown. Into the deeps an age has passed since then, Yet evermore for me, more humble grown, The vision of His awesome presence veiled, Burns in the flying spheres, still all unknown, In nature's mist-immantled seas unsailed, And in the deeper shadowed hearts of men. |
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