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The sun set; but set not his hope: / Stars rose; his faith was earlier up: / Fixed on the enormous galaxy, / Deeper and older seemed his eye: / And matched his sufferance sublime / The taciturnity of time. / He spoke, and words more soft than rain / Brought the Age of Gold again: / His action won such reverence sweet, / As hid all measure of the feat.
Work of his hand / He nor commends nor grieves / Pleads for itself the fact; / As unrepenting Nature leaves / Her every act.