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OF THE HEART AND MIND.
HASTE! the poor old Earth is dying,
Do GOD service while you can;
Haste! too hurriedly is flying
All this halcyon chance of man ;
Haste! for Time shall be no longer;
All Creation seems to tend
In a rapid ever stronger
To that cataract, The End!
Lo! the cycled years revolving
Turn to their first goal again,—
Every Sphynx-enigma solving,
Every riddle reading plain;
All things speak to man sublimely
Nature's consummation timely
Telling out from North to South!
Yea, what privilege and gladness
Dwell with modern men and things,
Vainly waited for in sadness
By old prophets and old kings!
Children see what sages doubted,
Peasants know what patriarchs guess'd,
And the sword of Truth has routed
Every lie from East to West,