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A Power beyond earth's scope has touched the earth; The repose that might have been can be no more; A formless yearning passions in man's heart, A cry is in his blood for happier things:

In that desolate grandeur, in that beauty bare, In the deaf stillness, mid the unheeded sounds, Heavy was the uncommunicated load Of Godhead in a world that had no needs; For none was there to feel or to receive.

There reigned a breath of high immune content, A fortunate gait of days in tranquil air, A flood of universal love and peace.