The noise of rushing water !  And the sound 
Of tenfold thunder !  Mighty a flame of fire 
Roars downward :  as a maiden from a swound 
My spirit answers to its own desire. 
My feet are firm again upon the ground— 
Yea !  but my head is higher. 
 
My face is shining with the fire of heaven. 
I move among my fellows as a ghost. 
With thought for bread and memory for leaven 
My life is nourished, yet my life is lost. 
I live and move among the starry seven, 
Nor count the deadly cost. 
 
Only I see the century as a child 
Call Truth and Justice, Light and Peace, to guide ; 
Wisdom and Joy, and Love the undefiled, 
Lead up true worship, its eternal bride. 
Stormy its birth ;  its youth, now fierce and wild ! 
Its end, how glorified ! 
 
O Spirit of Illimitable Light ! 
O Thou with style and tablet !  Answer me 
In that dread pomp of Triumph and of Right, 
The awful day :  my witnesses are Ye 
That I have said in all men’s sound and sight 
The things that are to be.
 
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