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     What waits me in the land of strangeness?
What face shall smile, what voice shall greet?

What space shall awe, what brightness blind me?
     What thunder-roll of music stun?
What vast processions sweep before me
     Of shapes unknown beneath the sun?

I shrink from unaccustomed glory,
     I dread the myriad-voiced strain;
Give me the unforgotten faces,
     And let my lost ones speak again.

He will not chide my mortal yearning
     Who is our Brother and our Friend;
In whose full life, divine and human,
     The heavenly and the earthly blend.

Mine be the joy of soul-communion,
     The sense of spiritual strength renewed,
The reverence for the pure and holy,
     The dear delight of doing good.

No fitting ear is mine to listen
     An endless anthem's rise and fall;
No curious eye is mine to measure
     The pearl gate and the jasper wall.

For love must needs be more than knowledge:
     What matter if I never know
Why Aldebaran's star is ruddy,
     Or warmer Sirius white as snow!

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