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 Light, fierce Light! O intolerable gaze, O unstay’d insatiate blight, Battening thy relentless blaze On the roots of sight! Mercy! Mercy! Mind and heart Writhe beneath the unswerving fire! Mercy, mercy, Light! Depart, Thou first-begot of Ire! O for dulness, darkness, Night! Hence, dread Light!

Darkness dear! Come, Consoler, softly laying, Over parched lives and sere, Dusk of dewy pinions, saying, “Rest ye! I am here.”