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chapter-407		chapter-407			.txt	text/plain	382	33	85	A Voice from Death A voice from Death, solemn and strange, in all his sweep and power, The vaunted work of thrift, goods, dwellings, forge, street, iron bridge, In pouring flood and fire, and wholesale elemental crash, (this voice so solemn, strange,) Yea, Death, we bow our faces, veil our eyes to thee, We mourn the old, the young untimely drawn to thee, The gatherd thousands to their funeral mounds, and thousands never found or gatherd. War, death, cataclysm like this, America, Thou ever-darting Globe! Thou waters that encompass us! Thou that in all the life and death of us, in action or in sleep! Thou laws invisible that permeate them and all, Thou that in all, and over all, and through and under all, incessant! thou! thou! Holding Humanity as in thy open hand, as some ephemeral toy, How ill to eer forget thee! mighty, elemental throes,	./cache/chapter-407.txt	./txt/chapter-407.txt