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ASSUMPTA CANIDIA 
 
Hopeless, forgetting even to aspire 
Unto that Wisdom ; miserably dumb ; 
Waiting for the Impossible to come, 
Whether in mercy or damnation dire— 
I who have been all Beauty and all Power !— 
This is thine hour, Apollyon, thine Hour ! 
 
I, who have twice beheld the awful throne ; 
And, as it were the vision of a glass, 
Beheld the Mist be born thereon, and pass ; 
I, who have stood upon the four-square stone ! 
I, who have twice been One—!  Woe, woe is me ! 
Lost, lost, upon the lifeless, deathless plane, 
The desert desolate, the air inane ; 
Fallen, O fallen to eternity ! 
I, who have looked upon the Lord of Light ; 
I, I am Nothing, and dissolved in Night ! 
 
(THE SPIRIT OF GOD, DESCENDING, ASSUMETH HER 
INTO THE GLORY OF GOD.)