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present and the past thou hast beheld: It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn
 * The secrets of the future.—Time!

Unfold the brooding pinion of thy gloom, Render thou up thy half-devoured babes, And from the cradles of eternity, Where millions lie lulled to their portioned sleep By the deep murmuring stream of passing things, Tear thou that gloomy shroud.—Spirit, behold
 * Thy glorious destiny!


 * Joy to the Spirit came.

Through the wide rent in Time's eternal veil, Hope was seen beaming through the mists of fear:
 * Earth was no longer hell;
 * Love, freedom, health, had given

Their ripeness to the manhood of its prime,
 * And all its pulses beat

Symphonious to the planetary spheres:
 * Then dulcet music swelled

Concordant with the life-strings of the soul; It throbbed in sweet and languid beatings there, Catching new life from transitory death,— Like the vague sighings of a wind at even,