A fragment.
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From some green sheltering tree. And, through them fall,
Like light through leaves, faint glimpses of a glory
Yet unrevealed; some rays of that far sun
That sends its shining to our distant hearts;
Gleams of the time when man, that grand conception
Unworthily embodied, shall stand forth
As God pronounced him first, ere, like an echo,
Through each reverberating age, he grew
With repetition feebler and unlike
The great original.
Like light through leaves, faint glimpses of a glory
Yet unrevealed; some rays of that far sun
That sends its shining to our distant hearts;
Gleams of the time when man, that grand conception
Unworthily embodied, shall stand forth
As God pronounced him first, ere, like an echo,
Through each reverberating age, he grew
With repetition feebler and unlike
The great original.
