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to the Table-Rock, where the great flood Reveals its fullest glory. To the verge Of its appalling battlement draw near, And gaze below. Or if thy spirit fail, Creep stealthily, and snatch a trembling glance Into the dread abyss. What there thou see'st Shall dwell forever in thy secret soul, Finding no form of language. The vexed deep, Which from the hour that Chaos heard the voice "Let there be light," hath known nor pause, nor rest, Communeth through its misty cloud with Him Who breaks it on the wheel of pitiless rock, Yet heals it every moment. Bending near, Mid all the terror, as an angel-friend, The rainbow walketh in its company With perfect orb full-rounded. Dost thou cling Thus to its breast, a Comforter, to give Strength in its agony, thou radiant form,