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 Shone or seemed to shine and swim Through the cloud-surf great and grim, Thought's live surge, the soul of him By whose light the sun looks dim.

In what synod were they sitting, All the gods and lords of time, Whence they watched as fen-fires flitting Years and names of men sublime, When their counsels found it fitting One should stand where none might climb-- None of man begotten, none Born of men beneath the sun Till the race of time be run, Save this heaven-enfranchised one?

With what rapture of creation Was the soul supernal thrilled, With what pride of adoration Was the world's heart fired and filled,