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Though Night hath climbed her peak of highest noon, / And bitter blasts the screaming autumn whirl, / All night through archways of the bridged pearl / And portals of pure silver walks the moon. / Wake on, my soul, nor crouch to agony: / Turn cloud to light, and bitterness to joy, / And dross to gold with glorious alchemy, / Basing thy throne above the world's annoy. / Reign thou above the storms of sorrow and ruth / That roar beneath; unshaken peace hath won thee: / So shall thou pierce the woven glooms of truth; / So shall the blessing of the meek be on thee; / So in thine hour of dawn, the body's youth, / An honourable eld shall come upon thee.