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silence,and the veil of light is raised And darkness seen behind. Now softly sound The Angels' herald-trumpets, calling round Thunders and mighty winds and powers amazed. Now laden with the spirit of man's hand There bursts an awful clarion-shout and brings Strange whispering and rushing of strange wings Battling, and furtive secrets of command. Down from the height and up from the abyss Are swept dominion, power, angel, throne, For unimaginable ends, and hiss, And fall. The heralds trumpet; they are gone. Tread softly --- 'tis in God's house thou hast been --- And fearfully --- 'tis God that thou hast seen. |
G. H. S. PINSENT.
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