NEBULA TO MAN 
And on comes life, as on the heels of night 
Presses the dawn with slowly spreading light. 1 50 
And scenes forlorn and wasted far and wide 
Begin to glow in all their former pride. 
The hunter artists now more northward raid, 
Where hardy prey to pastures new has strayed. 
Some now on Belgia's land have come to roam, 155 
Nor do they, in their new adopted home, 
Forget their art. Others still wider stray, 
Where not the North Sea yet has cut its way ; 
And to Britannia's land pursue their prey. 
Across Germania some their range extend, 160 
And here their wanderings eastward seem to end. 
Thus has the land, from monstrous ice released, 
Regained long banished life : and man, and beast, 
And bird, and tree, and shrub, through hill and plain, 
Proclaim Europa once herself again. 165 
Columbia's upheaved tracts, where snowfields lay, 
Are sunk to levels now of earlier day. 
And all her northern lands long buried quite, 
With ice on ice, are coming now in sight. 
Once more the hills are opening to the sun ; 170 
And on old ways, long locked up rivers run. 
See here Niagara, held in ice of yore, 
And blocked with glacier debris, speeds once more ; 
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