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Hear the voice of the Bard! Who present, past, and future, sees Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walked among the ancient trees; 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, Is given thee till the break of day." |