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By wafting winds and flooding rains, From ocean, earth, and sky,

Collected here, the frail remains Of slumbering millions lie.

What scene of terror and amaze Breaks through the twilight gloom ?

Wliat hand invisible displays The secrets of the tomb ?

All ages and all nations rise,

And every grain of earth Beneath my feet, before mine eyes

Is startled into birth.

Like gliding mists the shadowy forms Through the deep valley spread.

And like descending clouds in storms Lower round the mountain's head.

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