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140 But the foamy Deep unsounded,

And the dim and dizzy ledge,

And the booming roar rebounded,

And the gull that skims the edge!

The Giant of the Pool

Heaves his forehead white as wool—

Toward the Iris every climbing

From the Cataracts that call—

Irremovable vast arras

Draping all the Wall.

The Generations pouring

From times of endless date,

In their going, in their flowing

Ever form the steadfast State;

And Humanity is growing

Toward the fullness of her fate.

Thou Lord of hosts victorious,

Fulfill the end designed;

By a wondrous way and glorious

A passage Thou dost find—

A passage Thou dost find:

Hosanna to the Lord of hosts,

The hosts of human kind.