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His eye was bright, and yet the pale repose Of his pure features half o'erawed the mind, Telling of inward mysteries—joys and woes In lone recesses of the soul enshrined; Depths of a being sealed and severed from mankind.

Yes!—what was earth to him, whose spirit passed Time's utmost bounds?—on whose unshrinking sight Ten thousand shapes of burning glory cast Their full resplendence?—Majesty and might Were in his dreams;—for him the veil of light Shrouding Heaven's inmost sanctuary and throne, The curtain of th' unutterably bright Was raised!—to him, in fearful splendour shown, Ancient of Days! e'en Thou, mad'st thy dread presence known.

He spoke:—the shadows of the things to come Passed o'er his soul:—"O King, elate in pride! God hath sent forth the writing of thy doom, The one, the living God by thee defied!