Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round;
So slowly that no human eye hath power
To see it move! Slowly in shine or shower
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This poem is packed with powerful beautiful lines but this has caught me up: Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night! The watershed of Time, from which the streams Of Yesterday and To-morrow take their way, One to the land of promise and of light, One to the land of darkness and of dreams!
And inspirations, which, could they be things, And stay with us, and we could hold them fast, Were our good angels, - these I owe to thee.