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 And the noble brotherhood of planets,
 * Knitted each to each by links of light,

Circled round their suns, nor knew a minute's
 * Lapse or languor in their ceaseless flight.

And pale moons and rings and burning splinters
 * Of wrecked worlds swept round their parent spheres,

Clothed with spring or sunk in polar winters
 * As their sun draws nigh or disappears.

Still new vistas of new stars—far dwindling—
 * Through the firmament like dewdrops roll,

Torches of the Cosmos which enkindling
 * Flash their revelation on the soul.

Yea, One spake there—though nor form nor feature
 * Shown—a Voice came from the peaks of time:—

"Wilt thou judge me, wilt thou curse me. Creature
 * Whom I raised up from the Ocean slime?

"Long I waited—ages rolled o'er ages—
 * As I crystallized in granite rocks,