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"Faces, faces, faces of the streaming marching surge, / Streaming on the weary road, toward the awful steep, / Whence your glow and glory, as ye set to that sharp verge, / Faces lit as sunlit stars, shining as ye sweep?
"Whence this wondrous radiance that ye somehow catch and cast, / Faces rapt, that one discerns mid the dusky press / Herding in dull wonder, gathering fearful to the Vast? / Surely all is dark before, night of nothingness!"
_Lo, the Light! _ (they answer) _O the pure, the pulsing Light, / Beating like a heart of life, like a heart of love, / Soaring, searching, filling all the breadth and depth and height, / Welling, whelming with its peace worlds below, above! _
"O my soul, how art thou to that living Splendour blind, / Sick with thy desire to see even as these men see! -- / Yet to look upon them is to know that God hath shined: / Faces lit as sunlit stars, be all my light to me! "