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Hear the voice of the Bard! Who Present, Past, & Future sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees, Calling the lapsed Soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might controll 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 slumberous mass. "Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The wat'ry shore, Is giv'n thee till the break of day."
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