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Once hardly in a cycle blossometh

A flower-like soul ripe with the seeds of song,

A spirit foreordained to cope with wrong,

Whose divine thoughts are natural as breath,

Who the old Darkness thickly scattereth

With starry words, that shoot prevailing light

Into the deeps, and wither, with the blight

Of serene Truth, the coward heart of Death:

Woe, if such spirit thwart its errand high,

And mock with lies the longing soul of man!

Yet one age longer must true Culture lie,

Soothing her bitter fetters as she can,

Until new messages of love out-start

At the next beating of the infinite Heart.