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Ah God, what thunders shook these crags of yore,
What smoke of battle rolled about this place,
What strife of worlds in pregnant agony!
Now all is hushed, yet here, in dreams, once more
We catch the echoes, ringing back from space,
Of God’s strokes forging human history.

— Frederick George Scott

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Purgatory for me will be five hundred years of catching trains and two thousand years of remembering names.

The immortal spirit hath no bars
To circumscribe its dwelling-place;
My soul hath pastured with the stars
Upon the meadow-lands of space.

It sleeps among the thousand hills
Where no man ever trod,
And only nature's music fills
The silences of God.

Right hath the sweeter grace,
But Wrong the prettier face.

So often have I met death face to face,
His eyes now wear the welcome of a friend's.

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