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So strangely to work with wrong?

Howbeit, let praise be given

To that which is throned in Heaven:

The Gods are strong.

And soon shall the Perfect Hour

O'er the castle's threshold stone

Pass with his foot of power,

When out to the dark is thrown

The sin thereof and the stain

By waters that purify.

Now, now with a laughing eye

God's fortune lieth plain;

And a cry on the wind is loud:

The stranger that held us bowed

Is fallen again!"

O light of the dawn to be!

The curb is broken in twain,

And the mouth of the House set free.

Up, O thou House, and see!

Too long on the face of thee

The dust hath lain!