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As it hath been, it shall be evermore. The shadow of the dawning future creeps Across the drowsy dial-face, and sweeps The graven numbers marked and told before By old forgotten hours. So ever o'er The paths of yesterday to-morrow keeps A slow insistent course, and evening reaps Eternity on every sunset shore.

From slumber into slumber all things go; Our yesterday is dawned from infinite Oblivion; to-morrow's fading light Shall darken to that misted morn, and lo! No terror clothes the oblivion we know. Breathe deep the gloaming of death's second night.