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So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face	A
of all the earth and they left off to build the city	B
Genesis xi	B
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Since all that is not Heaven must fade	C
Light be the hand of Ruin laid	C
Upon the home I love	D
With lulling spell let soft Decay	E
Steal on and spare the giant sway	E
The crash of tower and grove	F
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Far opening down some woodland deep	G
In their own quiet glade should sleep	G
The relics dear to thought	H
And wild flower wreaths from side to side	I
Their waving tracery hang to hide	I
What ruthless Time has wrought	H
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Such are the visions green and sweet	J
That o'er the wistful fancy fleet	J
In Asia's sea like plain	K
Where slowly round his isles of sand	L
Euphrates through the lonely land	L
Winds toward the pearly main	K
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Slumber is there but not of rest	M
There her forlorn and weary nest	M
The famished hawk has found	N
The wild dog howls at fall of night	O
The serpent's rustling coils affright	O
The traveller on his round	O
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What shapeless form half lost on high	P
Half seen against the evening sky	P
Seems like a ghost to glide	O
And watch from Babel's crumbling heap	G
Where in her shadow fast asleep	G
Lies fallen imperial Pride	O
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With half closed eye a lion there	Q
Is basking in his noontide lair	Q
Or prowls in twilight gloom	R
The golden city's king he seems	S
Such as in old prophetic dreams	S
Sprang from rough ocean's womb	R
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But where are now his eagle wings	T
That sheltered erst a thousand kings	T
Hiding the glorious sky	P
From half the nations till they own	U
No holier name no mightier throne	U
That vision is gone by	P
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Quenched is the golden statue's ray	E
The breath of heaven has blown away	E
What toiling earth had piled	O
Scattering wise heart and crafty hand	O
As breezes strew on ocean's sand	O
The fabrics of a child	O
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Divided thence through every age	V
Thy rebels Lord their warfare wage	V
And hoarse and jarring all	W
Mount up their heaven assailing cries	X
To Thy bright watchmen in the skies	X
From Babel's shattered wall	W
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Thrice only since with blended might	O
The nations on that haughty height	O
Have met to scale the Heaven	Y
Thrice only might a Seraph's look	Z
A moment's shade of sadness brook	Z
Such power to guilt was given	Y
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Now the fierce bear and leopard keen	A2
Are perished as they ne'er had been	B2
Oblivion is their home	C2
Ambition's boldest dream and last	O
Must melt before the clarion blast	O
That sounds the dirge of Rome	C2
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Heroes and kings obey the charm	D2
Withdraw the proud high reaching arm	D2
There is an oath on high	P
That ne'er on brow of mortal birth	E2
Shall blend again the crowns of earth	E2
Nor in according cry	P
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Her many voices mingling own	U
One tyrant Lord one idol throne	U
But to His triumphs soon	F2
HE shall descend who rules above	D
And the pure language of His love	D
All tongues of men shall tune	F2
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Nor let Ambition heartless mourn	G2
When Babel's very ruins burn	H2
Her high desires may breathe	I2
O'ercome thyself and thou mayst share	Q
With Christ His Father's throne and wear	Q
The world's imperial wreath	J2

John Keble

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