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an unused Spectator, who in fear Stands midst some enginery, where wheel and chain Flame ceaselessly and axles vast complain, Terror to the eye and to the shrinking ear, So in some thoughtful hours may we stand here, While Time takes voice, and shrieking as in pain Fly hour and day, and many a shock and strain Torments the awful spindle of the Year. O Friend, with terror—with consuming dread I listen: but thy blessed voice I drink Joyful in holy hope, and calm is spread Upon my soul, and beyond Time I dare To look, and of myself and thee to think, Twin Angels sailing through celestial air!