INTRODUCTION
Hear the voice of the
Bard,
Who present, past, and future, sees;
Whose ears have heard
The
Holy Word
That walked among the ancient tree;
Calling the lapsed
soul,
And weeping in the evening dew;
That might control
The starry
pole,
And fallen, fallen light renew!
"O Earth, O Earth,
return!
Arise from out the dewy grass!
Night is worn,
And the
morn
Rises from the slumbrous mass.
"Turn away no more;
Why wilt
thou turn away?
The starry floor,
The watery shore,
Are given thee till
the break of day."
INTRODUCTION
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