A titanic yelp sweeps through the airs of the universe
And halts at the gates of paradise;
It burns it before the thrones of grace
And wafts its incense across the omnipotent nostrils,
A dutiful retinue of an angelic jury,
And waits for a celestial verdict.
The gigantic hammer sparkling justice,
Falls upon mean mortals huddled in a lavish spot,
Invisible from the seats of glory!
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