There came a voice in dreams, a mighty roar; My soul grew wings and fled, in terror hurled Across the airy margins of the world. Thou See’st Now What None Ere Saw Before! I clothed my dream in copper and in brass By candlelight and many a weary day. One star-filled night, I brushed my fears away And trembling, placed my eye against the glass. My first thought was: Alas, ’twas all for nought! Mere darkness visible, then by degrees The heavens opened! Dropping to my knees I cried aloud: Behold What God Hath Wrought!
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