Wanders o'er the path of light,
Till some higher wavelet, foam-capped,
Transiently arrests its sight, -
So I view the past historic.
Taking in the glorious whole,
Till some special name or epoch
Fixes thought and thrills my soul.
Lives of great men, glory-crowned,
From the decades grandly rise;
Then, like waves, majestic, transient,
Sink before my wondering eyes, -
Sink, but are they lost forever
In the "one stupendous whole"?
Are their souls but fleeting phases
Of the universal soul?
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