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 From Man's martyrdom in slow convulsion
 * Will be born the infinite goodness—God."

Ceased the Voice: and as it ceased it drifted
 * Like the seashell's inarticulate moan;

From the Deep, on wings of flame uplifted,
 * Rose the sun rejoicing and alone.

Laughed in light upon the living ocean,
 * Danced and rocked itself upon the spray,

And its shivered beams in twinkling motion
 * Gleamed like star-motes of the Milky Way.

And beside me in the golden morning
 * I beheld my shrouded phantom-guide;

But no longer sorrow-veiled and mourning—
 * It became transfigured by my side.

And I knew—as one escaped from prison
 * Sees old things again with fresh surprise—

It was Love himself, Love re-arisen
 * With the Eternal shining through his eyes.