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From the deep heart of Wo went up a groan
That, piercing the cerulean vault of heaven,
Found access to the great Eternal’s throne,
Amid the prayers of such as are forgiven: —
When, from that throne—where none but seraphs gaze,
And only they as reverent worshipers —
Like lightning through th’empyrean did blaze
A mandate writ in shining characters!
And then a spirit meek, yet pure as snow,