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Warm in this marble, that is stone no more, / Life at wound-pause lifts ear to woundless mind; / Backward the ages their slow clew unwind, / And step by step, and star by star, lead o'er / The trail again, where eyeless passion tore / Its red way to a soul. Mist-bound and blind / No more, the thinker waits, and God grown kind / Flashes a foot-print where He goes before.
Not to be followed! Falls the cloud again; / Folds the stern form around the striving doubt, / And curve betrays to curve the silent birth / That shall be voice to later times and men; / While lone in unlit dark, within, without, / He sits immortal on a godless earth.