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Rh  But these are minor deities
 * That cling to human sight:

Our twilight they—but Right and Wrong
 * Are clear as day and night.

We know the Truth: but falsehood
 * With our lives is so inwove—

Our Senates vote down Jesus
 * As old Rome degraded Jove!

HERE is a shadow on the sunny wall,
 * Dark and forbidding, like a bode of ill;

Go, drive it thence. Alas, such shadows fall
 * From real things, nor may be moved at will.

There is a shadow on my heart to-day,
 * A cloudy grief condensing to a tear:

Alas, I cannot drive its gloom away—
 * Some sin or sorrow casts the shapeless fear.