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One doom waits all — art, speech, law, gods, and men, Forests and mountains, stars and shining sun, — The hand that made them shall unmake again, I curse them and they wither one by one.Waste altars, tombs, dead cities where men trod, Shall roll through space upon the darkened globe, Till I myself be overthrown, and God Cast off creation like an outworn robe.
— FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT