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WHAT marvel this our visions meet, Who walks the world with glowing feet, Whose prints shine o'er Phoenicia's ground Where Cadmus first his letters found, O'er realms of Isis and Osiris, Where Pharaohs printed on papyrus, O'er Clairvaux and its cloister cell Whose missals marvelled lettering tell, O'er Teuton soil where Hope conceived What Faust and Gutenberg achieved That men the magic type should see As mobile as their thoughts might be? 'Tis yours, O Genius of the Press, Who comes with light, with life - redress; Who lends the universal voice While lands in unison rejoice; Whose chant by every race is sung - Whose bow, on each horizon hung, With beams of pencilled radiance binds, And tints as one a myriad minds! |
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