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Hear the Voice

AuthorWilliam Blake
Hear the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk’d among the ancient trees; Calling the lapsèd soul, And weeping in the evening dew; That might control The starry pole, And fallen, fallen light renew! ‘O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy grass! Night is worn, And the morn Rises from the slumbrous mass. ‘Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor, The watery shore, Is given thee till the break of day.’
William Blake

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