[Written for the Sentinel.]


With face close-pressed 'gainst this o'ershadowing wall
Of dense materiality, which seems
Impenetrable, immeasurably tall,
Opaque; defiant of our sorry plight,
Which thus permits no glance to left or right
(So close we stand—too close to focus true);
O mortal man, draw back! One step! One more!
Unloose thy hold, and see! the wall recedes!
No more it towereth huge—earth's mighty myth,
The dread reality to human sense;
Its dark proportions shrink, nor height impedes,
A new perspective is thy recompense.
A glimpse of freedom, as now faint and dim,
It croucheth low upon the horizon's rim;
Until some perfect day it vanisheth,
And God's own man rejoiceth in the view!

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