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 From barren strands of wintry lands Across the seas of time, Borne onward fast ye touch at last An equatorial clime;

In equatorial noon sublime At zenith stands the sun, And lo, around, far, near, are found Yourselves, and Shadow none.

A moment! yea! but when the day At length was perfect day! A moment! so! and light we know With dark exchanges aye,

Nor morn nor eve shall shadow leave Your sunny paths secure, And in your sight that orb of light Shall humbler orbs obscure.

And yet withal, 'tis shadow all Whate'er your fancies dream, And I (misdeemed) that was, that seemed, Am not, whate'er I seem.

fortifies my soul to know That, though I perish, Truth is so: That, howsoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.