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 Who shall teach singing to the spheres, Or motion to the flight of years? Let soul with soul keep hand in hand And understand, As in one same abiding-place We keep one watch for one same face To rise in some short sacred space.

And all space midway is but nought To keep true heart from faithful thought, As under twilight stars we wait By Time’s shut gate Till the slow soundless hinges turn, And through the depth of years that yearn The face of the Republic burn. 1870.