As if three suns, themselves invisible,

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Had shed their light upon the statue, or

As if an inner light shone out from it.

The socle, not on earth, but far beyond,

Was standing on the Parthenon, that shone

As bright again with endless rows of columns.

Here was the answer: Millions and yet millions

Of rising worlds, and every people's art,

And all religions may but serve to form

My human likeness, so that men behold

Me great as mortal eye and brain encompass.

For days I walked on clouds, I lived my dream.

I heard not, saw not, thought not, but beheld

The world's Creator in the silent night,

And felt the blessing so unspeakable

Of God's own answer to my childish prayer.

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 IN THE DARK

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