Henry Jerome Stockard

Shakspere

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He heard the Voice that spake, and, unafraid,
Beheld at dawning of primeval light
The systems flame to being, move in flight
Unmeasured, unimagined, and unstayed.
He stood at nature’s evening, and surveyed
Dissolv~d worlds—saw uncreated night
About the universe’s depth and height
Slowly and silently forever laid.
Down the pale avenues of death he trod,
And trembling gazed on scenes of hate that chilled
His blood, and for a breath his pulses stilled;
Then clouds from sunbright shores a moment rolled,
And, blinded, glimpsed he One with thunder shod, ...
Crowned with the stars, and with the morning stoled!

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