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hath not in the silences of night
 * Been humbled by the mystery that lies
 * Along the vaulted pathway of the skies?

And in the consciousness that worlds of light Their steadfast courses keep beyond our sight,
 * Heard yet again the voice within that cries
 * To every fettered soul, bidding it rise

With arms outstretched towards the Infinite?

Upon the threshold of these large, unknown,
 * Unlighted chambers of the night we kneel,

And, emptied of the day, contrite, alone,
 * The presence of some sentient Power within
 * The magnitudes of space we dimly feel
 * To which the finite spirit is akin.