And in her raiment's hem was traced in flame
WISDOM, a name to shake
All evil dreams of power--a sacred name. 
And when she spake,
Her words did gather thunder as they ran,
And as the lightning to the thunder
Which follows it, riving the spirit of man,
Making earth wonder,
So was their meaning to her words.
Of wrath her right arm whirl'd, 
But one poor poet's scroll, and with 'his' word
She shook the world.
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