Voices of choral stars, and the calling of deep unto deep

Like to the natal hour when rolling sphere upon sphere

Sprang from the bosom of God and sang of their limitless sweep!

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Great is the hour, O Soul, and thou art a seer who looks

Far through the mystic night and seeth the great unseen,

Truth that to us is blind, and the lies of our prophets' books,

Heaven and Hell and the land called Life that lies between.

The region of shapes called Life, with shadows behind and before—

Shadows voiceless as Death, and dark as the sunless tomb,—

Shapes whose anguish and strife seem a glimpse of Hell's grim shore—

Shadows that gave them life and shadows that hail them home.

Great is the hour, O Soul, and great is the wonder to see!

Thou art alone with God as he writes on the future's page

Two words in letters of fire—(one Doom,—one Mystery,—

Alpha the last, and the first Omega) and names it an Age.

[December 31, 1900.]

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A CLOWN'S PRELUDE.

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