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THE SOUL OF OSIRIS. 
Yet, in one hour I dare not hope, 
The mighty gate of Life may ope, 
 And call me upwards to unite 
(Even my soul within the scope) 
 With That Unutterable Light. 
 
Steady of purpose, girt with Truth, 
I pass, in my eternal youth, 
 And watch the centuries wax and wane : 
Untouched by Time’s corroding tooth, 
 Silent, immortal, unprofane ! 
 
My empire changes not with time. 
Men’s kingdom's cadent as a rhyme 
 Move me as waves that rise and fall. 
They are the parts, that crash or climb, 
 I only comprehend the All. 
 
I sit, as God must sit ;  I reign. 
Redemption from the threads of pain 
 I weave, until the veil be drawn. 
I burn the chaff, I glean the grain ; 
 In silence I await the dawn.