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Dark , lone and huge they rose Against the sunless sky ;—But , ere with dawn the grey East glows , All open the vast gates fly , And each sends forth ^ an unending train , Till an army stood on the dusky plain .
An army , hut not for war—They are Sun-adorers all ; And the y throng to hail their Idol-Star , On this morn of festival . A light on the eastern cloud—A glimpse of their God ' s bright hair ! Ere a thought could pass , the unnumber'd crowd Press'd the dust with their foreheads bare , And arose at once , o ' er the prostrate throng , The thunder-burst of the sacred sono- i
He felt his heart swell high , H He fell on his face in praise—*« Thou , Sun ! shalt be my Deity , Great Giver of all our days ! Thou wast my fathers * God , Henceforth , pure Orb , be mine ! My feet shall keep the paths they trod , My heart their rites divine : Here let all dark doubts and wanderings cease ,
And my soul be filled with resplendent peace ! ' * " Mortal !"—a strange voice cried—But in vain he look'd around ; For nought was at his side Save the sunshine and the ground ! Yet he saw where a wreath of light ,
Through the golden morning thrown , Seem'd to make it gross as night In the pure gleam of its own ; And thence seem'd the thrilling words to come" Hath the Day . no goal , and the Sun no home ?" 'Twas the first time Abraham heard The voice of the Sons of
Heaven—The depths of his soul were stirr'd , The veil of his eye was riven ! " I see , " he cried , as the wreath Of glory was lost on high , " That no things of Change or Death Can enshrine Eternity : The Orbs of Night and of Morn must fall—But One changing not must be Lord of All !" Credilon , November 29 , 1830 .