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As once, upon Athenian ground,
Shrines, statues, temples, all around,
The man of Tarsus trod,
'Midst idol-altars, one he saw
That filled his breast with sacred awe :
'Twas " To the Unknown God ".
Age after age has rolled away,
Altars and thrones have felt decay,
Sages and saints have risen ;
And, like a giant roused from sleep,
Man has explored the pathless deep,
And lightnings snatched from heaven.
Vet still, where'er presumptuous man
His Maker's essence strives to scan,
And lifts his feeble hands,
Though saint and sage their powers unite
To fathom that abyss of light,
Ah ! still that altar stands.
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Meter:
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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CHANDLER
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8 8 6 8 8 6
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