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See how the storm of life ascends	A
Up through the shadow of the world	B
Beyond our gaze the line extends	A
Like wreaths of vapour tempest hurled	B
Grasp tighter brother lest the storm	C
Should sweep us down from where we stand	D
And we may catch some human form	C
We know amongst the straining band	D
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See see in yonder misty cloud	E
One whirlwind sweep and we shall hear	F
The voice that waxes yet more loud	E
And louder still approaching near	G
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Tremble not brother fear not thou	H
For yonder wild and mystic strain	I
Will bring before us strangely now	H
The visions of our youth again	J
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Listen oh listen	K
See how its eyeballs roll and glisten	K
With a wild and fearful stare	L
Upwards through the shining air	L
Or backwards with averted look	M
As a child were gazing at a book	M
Full of tales of fear and dread	N
When the thick night wind came hollow and dead	N
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Round about it wavering and light	O
As the moths flock round a candle at night	O
A crowd of phantoms sheeted and dumb	P
Strain to its words as they shrilly come	P
Brother my brother dost thou hear	F
They pierce through the tumult sharp and clear	G
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The rush of speed is on my soul	Q
My eyes are blind with things I see	R
I cannot grasp the awful whole	Q
I cannot gird the mystery	R
The mountains sweep like mist away	S
The great sea shakes like flakes of fire	T
The rush of things I cannot see	R
Is mounting upward higher and higher	T
Oh life was still and full of calm	U
In yonder spot of earthly ground	V
But now it rolls a thunder psalm	W
Its voices drown my ear in sound	V
Would God I were a child again	J
To nurse the seeds of faith and power	T
I might have clasped in wisdom then	J
A wing to beat this awful hour	T
The dullest things would take my marks	X
They took my marks like drifted snow	Y
God how the footsteps rise in sparks	X
Rise like myself and onward go	Y
Have pity O ye driving things	Z
That once like me had human form	C
For I am driven for lack of wings	Z
A shreddy cloud before the storm	C
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How its words went through me then	J
Like a long forgotten pang	A2
Till the storm's embrace again	J
Swept it far with sudden clang	A2
Ah methinks I see it still	B2
Let us follow it my brother	T
Keeping close to one another	T
Blessing God for might of will	B2
Closer closer side by side	C2
Ours are wings that deftly glide	C2
Upwards downwards and crosswise	D2
Flashing past our ears and eyes	D2
Splitting up the comet tracks	E2
With a whirlwind at our backs	E2
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How the sky is blackening	F2
Yet the race is never slackening	F2
Swift continual and strong	G2
Streams the torrent slope along	G2
Like a tidal surge of faces	H2
Molten into one despair	L
Each the other now displaces	I2
A continual whirl of spaces	H2
Ah my fainting eyesight reels	J2
As I strive in vain to stare	L
On a thousand turning wheels	J2
Dimly in the gloom descending	F2
Faces with each other blending	F2
Let us beat the vapours back	K2
We are yet upon his track	K2
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Didst thou see a spirit halt	L2
Upright on a cloudy peak	M2
As the lightning's horrid fault	L2
Smote a gash into the cheek	M2
Of the grinning thunder cloud	E
Which doth still besiege and crowd	E
Upward from the nether pits	N2
Where the monster Chaos sits	N2
Building o'er the fleeing rack	K2
Roofs of thunder long and black	K2
Yes I see it I will shout	O2
Till I stop the horrid rout	O2
Ho ho spirit phantom tell	P2
Is thy path to heaven or hell	P2
We would hear thee yet again	J
What thy standing amongst men	J
What thy former history	R
And thy hope of things to be	R
Wisdom still we gain from hearing	F2
We would know we would know	Y
Whither thou art steering	F2
Unto weal or woe	Y
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Ah I cannot hear it speaking	F2
Yet it seems as it were seeking	F2
Through our eyes our souls to reach	Q2
With a quaint mysterious speech	Q2
As with stretched and crossing palms	R2
One were tracing diagrams	S2
On the ebbing of the beach	Q2
Till with wild unmeasured dance	T2
All the tiptoe waves advance	T2
Seize him by the shoulder cover	T
Turn him up and toss him over	T
He is vanished from our sight	O
Nothing mars the quiet night	O
Save a speck of gloom afar	U2
Like the ruin of a star	U2
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Brother streams it ever so	Y
Such a torrent tide of woe	Y
Ah I know not let us haste	V2
Upwards from this dreary waste	V2
Up to where like music flowing	F2
Gentler feet are ever going	F2
Streams of life encircling run	K
Round about the spirit sun	K
Up beyond the storm and rush	W2
With our lesson let us rise	D2
Lo the morning's golden flush	W2
Meets us midway in the skies	D2
Perished all the dream and strife	X2
Death is swallowed up of Life	X2

George Macdonald

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