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My heart is pregnant with a great despair / With much beholding of my people's care, / 'Mid blinded prejudice and nurtured wrong, / Exhaling wantonly the days along: / I mark Faith's fragile craft of cheering light / Tossing imperiled on the sea of night, / And then, enanguished, comes my heart's low cry, / "God, God! I crave to learn the reason why!"
Again, in spirit loftily I soar / With wingèd vision through earth's outer door, / In such an hour, it is mine to see, / In frowning fortune smiling destiny!