Paul Hamilton Hayne (Пол Гамильтон Хейн)

Fate, or God?

BEYOND the record of all eldest things,
Beyond the rule and regions of past time,
From out Antiquity's hoary-headed rime,
Looms the dread phantom of a King of kings:
Round His vast brows the glittering circlet clings
Of a thrice royal crown; behind Him climb,
O'er Atlantean limbs and breast sublime
The sombre splendors of mysterious wings;
Deep calms of measureless power, in awful state,
Gird and uphold Him; a miraculous rod,
To heal or smite, arms His infallible hands:
Known in all ages, worshipped in all lands,
Doubt names this half-embodied mystery--Fate,
While Faith, with lowliest reverence, whispers--God!

1. Blanche and Nell
2. Along the Path Thy Bleeding Feet Have Trod
3. Between the Sunken Sun and the New Moon
4. “The Old Man of the Sea”
5. An Idle Poet, Dreaming in the Sun

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