THE MINISTERS OF LAW
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The glories and the perils of thy day Are one, O Man! Thou goest to thine end With Pow’rs, and for a little thou dost wend With marshalled Majesties upon their way: But thee the dread Necessities betray That nurse, and fearful Splendours that befriend; And thee shall alien Dominations rend.**** Deemest the triumph of the worlds to stay, Or step by step eternal, unsurpassed, Stride with the suns upon their road of awe? Thou travelest brief ways that end and sink— Urged by the hurrying planets; and the vast, Prone-rushing constellations of the Law, Thunder and press behind thee at the brink.