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Thomas Hardy - Fragment
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At last I entered a long dark gallery,
     Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side
     Were the bodies of men from far and wide
   Who, motion past, were nevertheless not dead.
     "The sense of waiting here strikes strong;
   Everyone`s waiting, waiting, it seems to me;
     What are you waiting for so long? —
       What is to happen?" I said.
   "O we are waiting for one called God," said they,
    "(Though by some the Will, or Force, or Laws;
    And, vaguely, by some, the Ultimate Cause 
  Waiting for him to see us before we are clay.
    Yes; waiting, waiting, for God to know it."…

    "To know what?" questioned I.
  "To know how things have been going on earth and below it:
    It is clear he must know some day."
    I thereon asked them why.
  "Since he made us humble pioneers
  Of himself in consciousness of Life`s tears,
  It needs no mighty prophecy
  To tell that what he could mindlessly show
  His creatures, he himself will know.

  "By some still close-cowled mystery
  We have reached feeling faster than he,
  But he will overtake us anon,
    If the world goes on."
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