As through the portal dark I gazed, close hid:
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E’en like as one who sits expectant, dumb,
At gaze before some world’s proscenium,
When rolls the curtain from the painted stage,
To see life’s play,—Past, Present, and To Come;
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The drama of the earth before me rolled,
The war of good and evil, new and old,
The fight for very life, for space, for air,