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\nIn the Moonlight<\/p>\n

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\n            
\nIf now must pause the bullocks\u2019 jingling tune,<\/p>\n

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Here
\nlet it be beneath the dreaming trees<\/p>\n

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Supine
\nand huge that hang upon the breeze,<\/p>\n

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Here
\nin the wide eye of the silent moon.<\/p>\n

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How
\nliving a stillness reigns! The night\u2019s hushed rules<\/p>\n

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All
\nthings obey but three, the slow wind\u2019s sigh<\/p>\n

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Among
\nthe leaves, the cricket\u2019s ceaseless cry,<\/p>\n

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The
\nfrog\u2019s harsh discord in the ringing pools.<\/p>\n

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Yet they but seem the silence to increase<\/p>\n

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And
\ndreadful wideness of the inhuman night.<\/p>\n

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The
\nwhole hushed world immeasurable might<\/p>\n

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Be
\nwatching round this single spot of peace.<\/p>\n

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So boundless is the darkness and so rife<\/p>\n

With
\nthoughts of infinite reach that it creates<\/p>\n

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A
\ndangerous sense of space and abrogates<\/p>\n

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The
\nwholesome littleness of human life.<\/p>\n

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The
\ncommon round that each of us must tread<\/p>\n

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Now
\nseems a thing unreal; we forget<\/p>\n

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The
\nheavy yoke the world on us has set,<\/p>\n

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The
\nslave\u2019s vain labour earning tasteless bread.<\/p>\n

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Space
\nhedges us and Time our hearts o\u2019ertakes;<\/p>\n

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Our
\nbounded senses and our boundless thought<\/p>\n

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Strive
\nthrough the centuries and are slowly brought<\/p>\n

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Back
\nto the source whence their divergence wakes.<\/p>\n

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The
\nsource that none have traced, since none can know<\/p>\n

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Whether
\nfrom Heaven the eternal waters well<\/p>\n

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Through
\nNature\u2019s matted locks, as Ganges fell,<\/p>\n

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Or from some dismal nether darkness flow.<\/p>\n

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Two
\ngenii in the dubious heart of man,<\/p>\n

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Two
\ngreat unhappy foes together bound<\/p>\n

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Wrestle
\nand strive to win unhampered ground;<\/p>\n

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They
\nstrive for ever since the race began.<\/p>\n

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One
\nfrom his body like a bridge of fire<\/p>\n

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Mounts
\nupward azure-winged with eager eyes;<\/p>\n

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One
\nin his brain deep-mansioned labouring lies<\/p>\n

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And
\nclamps to earth the spirit\u2019s high desire.<\/p>\n

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Here
\nin this moonlight with strange visions rife<\/p>\n

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I
\nseem to see their vast peripheries<\/p>\n

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Without
\nme in the sombre mighty trees,<\/p>\n

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And,
\nhark! their silence turns the wheels of life.<\/p>\n

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These
\nare the middle and the first. Are they<\/p>\n

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The
\nlast too? Has the duel then no close?<\/p>\n

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Shall
\nneither vanquish of the eternal foes,<\/p>\n

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Nor
\neven at length this moonlight turn to day?<\/p>\n

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Our
\nage has made an idol of the brain,<\/p>\n

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The
\nlast adored a purer presence; yet<\/p>\n

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In
\nAsia like a dove immaculate<\/p>\n

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He
\nlurks deep-brooding in the hearts of men.<\/p>\n

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But
\nEurope comes to us bright-eyed and shrill.<\/p>\n

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\u201cA
\nfar delusion was that mounting fire,<\/p>\n

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An
\nimpulse baulked and an unjust desire;<\/p>\n

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It
\nfades as we ascend the human hill.\u201d<\/p>\n

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She
\ncries to us to labour in the light<\/p>\n

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Of
\ncommon things, grow beautiful and wise<\/p>\n

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On
\nstrong material food, nor vex our eyes<\/p>\n

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With
\nstraining after visionary delight.<\/p>\n

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Ah,
\nbeautiful and wise, but to what end?<\/p>\n

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Europe
\nknows not, nor any of her schools<\/p>\n

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Who
\nscorn the higher thought for dreams of fools;<\/p>\n

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Riches
\nand joy and power meanwhile are gained.<\/p>\n

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Gained
\nand then lost! For Death the heavy grip<\/p>\n

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Shall
\nloosen, Death shall cloud the laughing eye,<\/p>\n

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And
\nhe who broke the nations soon shall lie<\/p>\n

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More
\nhelpless than a little child asleep.
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And
\nafter? Nay, for death is end and term.<\/p>\n

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A
\nfiery dragon through the centuries curled,<\/p>\n

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He
\nfeeds upon the glories of the world<\/p>\n

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And
\nthe vast mammoth dies before the worm.<\/p>\n

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Stars
\nrun their cycle and are quenched; the suns<\/p>\n

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Born
\nfrom the night are to the night returned,<\/p>\n

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When
\nthe cold tenebrous spaces have inurned<\/p>\n

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The
\nlistless phantoms of the Shining Ones.<\/p>\n

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From
\ntwo dead worlds a burning world arose<\/p>\n

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Of
\nwhich the late putrescent fruit is man;<\/p>\n

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From
\nchill dark space his roll of life began<\/p>\n

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And
\nshall again in icy quiet close.<\/p>\n

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Our
\nlives are but a transitory breath:<\/p>\n

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Mean
\npismires in the sad and dying age<\/p>\n

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Of
\na once glorious planet, on the edge<\/p>\n

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Of
\nbitter pain we wait eternal death.<\/p>\n

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Watering
\nthe ages with our sweat and blood<\/p>\n

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We
\npant towards some vague ideal state<\/p>\n

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And
\nby the effort fiercer ills create,<\/p>\n

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Working
\nby lasting evil transient good.<\/p>\n

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Insults
\nand servitude we bear perforce;<\/p>\n

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With
\nprofitable crimes our souls we rack,<\/p>\n

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Vexing
\nourselves lest earth our seed should lack<\/p>\n

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Who
\nneeds us not in her perpetual course;<\/p>\n

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Then
\ndown into the earth descend and sleep<\/p>\n

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For
\never, and the lives for which we toiled<\/p>\n

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Forget
\nus, who when they their turn have moiled,<\/p>\n

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Themselves
\nforgotten into silence creep.<\/p>\n

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Why
\nis it all, the labour and the din,<\/p>\n

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And
\nwherefore do we plague our souls and vex<\/p>\n

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Our
\nbodies or with doubts our days perplex?<\/p>\n

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Death
\nlevels soon the virtue with the sin.<\/p>\n

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If
\nDeath be end and close the useless strife,<\/p>\n

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Strive
\nnot at all, but take what ease you may<\/p>\n

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And
\nmake a golden glory of the day,<\/p>\n

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Exhaust
\nthe little honey of your life.<\/p>\n

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Fear
\nnot to take her beauty to your heart<\/p>\n

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Whom
\nyou so utterly desire; you do<\/p>\n

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No
\nhurt to any, for the inner you<\/p>\n

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So
\ncherished is a dream that shall depart.<\/p>\n

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The
\nwine of life is sweet; let no man stint<\/p>\n

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His
\nlonging or refuse one passionate hope.<\/p>\n

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Why
\nshould we cabin in such infinite scope,<\/p>\n

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Restrict
\nthe issue of such golden mint?<\/p>\n

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Society
\nforbids? It for our sakes<\/p>\n

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Was
\nfashioned; if it seek to fence around<\/p>\n

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Our
\njoys and pleasures in such narrow bound,<\/p>\n

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It
\ngives us little for the much it takes.<\/p>\n

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Nor
\nneed we hearken to the gospel vain<\/p>\n

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That
\nbids men curb themselves to help mankind.<\/p>\n

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We
\nlose our little chance of bliss, then blind<\/p>\n

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And
\nsilent lie for ever. Whose the gain?<\/p>\n

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What
\nhelps it us if so mankind be served?<\/p>\n

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Ourselves
\nare blotted out from joy and light,<\/p>\n

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Having
\nno profit of the sunshine bright,<\/p>\n

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While
\nothers reap the fruit our toils deserved.<\/p>\n

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O
\nthis new god who has replaced the old!<\/p>\n

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He
\ndies to-day, he dies to-morrow, dies<\/p>\n

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At
\nlast for ever, and the last sunrise<\/p>\n

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Shall
\nhave forgotten him extinct and cold.<\/p>\n

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But
\nvirtue to itself is joy enough?<\/p>\n

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Yet
\nif to us sin taste diviner? Why<\/p>\n

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Should
\nwe not herd in Epicurus\u2019 sty<\/p>\n

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Whom
\nNature made not of a Stoic stuff?<\/p>\n

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For
\nNature being all, desire must reign.<\/p>\n

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It
\nis too sweet and strong for us to slay<\/p>\n

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Upon
\na nameless altar, saying nay<\/p>\n

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To
\nhonied urgings for no purpose plain.<\/p>\n

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A
\nstrange unreal gospel Science brings, \u2013<\/font><\/p>\n

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Being
\nanimals to act as angels might;<\/p>\n

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Mortals
\nwe must put forth immortal might<\/p>\n

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And
\nflutter in the void celestial wings.<\/p>\n

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\u201cEphemeral
\ncreatures, for the future live,\u201d<\/p>\n

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She
\nbids us,<\/i> \u201cgather in for unborn men<\/p>\n

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Knowledge
\nand joy, and forfeit, nor complain,<\/p>\n

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The
\npresent which alone is yours to give.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Man\u2019s
\nimmortality she first denies<\/p>\n

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And
\nthen assumes what she rejects, made blind<\/p>\n

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By
\nsudden knowledge, the majestic Mind<\/p>\n

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Within
\nher smiling at her sophistries.<\/p>\n

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Not
\nso shall Truth extend her flight sublime,<\/p>\n

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Pass
\nfrom the poor beginnings she has made<\/p>\n

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And
\nwith the splendour of her wings displayed<\/p>\n

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Range
\nthrough the boundaries of Space and Time.<\/p>\n

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Clamp
\nher not down to her material finds!<\/p>\n

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She
\nshall go further. She shall not reject<\/p>\n

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The
\nlight within, nor shall the dialect<\/p>\n

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Of
\nunprogressive pedants bar men\u2019s minds.<\/p>\n

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We
\nseek the Truth and will not pause nor fear.<\/p>\n

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Truth
\nwe will have and not the sophist\u2019s pleas;<\/p>\n

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Animals,
\nwe will take our grosser ease,<\/p>\n

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Or,
\nspirits, heaven\u2019s celestial music hear.<\/p>\n

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The
\nintellect is not all; a guide within<\/p>\n

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Awaits
\nour question. He it was informed<\/p>\n

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The
\nreason He surpasses; and unformed<\/p>\n

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Presages
\nof His mightiness begin.<\/p>\n

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\nNor
\nmind submerged, nor self subliminal,<\/span><\/p>\n

But
\nthe great Force that makes the planets wheel<\/p>\n

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\nether and the sun in flames reveal<\/p>\n

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His
\ngodhead, is in us perpetual.<\/p>\n

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That
\nForce in us is body, that is mind,<\/p>\n

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And
\nwhat is higher than the mind is He.<\/p>\n

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This
\nwas the secret Science could not see;<\/p>\n

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Aware
\nof death, to life her eyes were blind.<\/p>\n

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Through
\nchemistry she seeks the source of life,<\/p>\n

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Nor
\nknows the mighty laws that she has found<\/p>\n

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Are
\nNature\u2019s bye-laws merely, meant to ground<\/p>\n

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A grandiose freedom
\nbuilding peace by strife.<\/p>\n

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The
\norgan for the thing itself she takes,<\/p>\n

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The
\nbrain for mind, the body for the soul,<\/p>\n

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Nor
\nhas she patience to explore the whole,<\/p>\n

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But
\nlike a child a hasty period makes.<\/p>\n

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\u201cIt
\nis enough,\u201d she says, \u201cI have explored<\/p>\n

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The
\nwhole of being; nothing now remains.<\/p>\n

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But
\nto put details in and count my gains.\u201d<\/p>\n

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So
\nshe deceives herself, denies her Lord.<\/p>\n

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Therefore
\nHe manifests Himself; once more<\/p>\n

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The
\nwonders of the secret world within<\/p>\n

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Wrapped
\nyet with an uncertain mist begin<\/p>\n

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To
\nlook from that thick curtain out; the door<\/p>\n

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Opens.
\nHer days are numbered, and not long<\/p>\n

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Shall
\nshe be suffered to belittle thus<\/p>\n

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Man
\nand restrain from his tempestuous<\/p>\n

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Uprising
\nthat immortal spirit strong.<\/p>\n

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He
\nrises now; for God has taken birth.<\/p>\n

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The
\nrevolutions that pervade the world<\/p>\n

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Are
\nfaint beginnings and the discus hurled<\/p>\n

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Of
\nVishnu speeds down to enring the earth.
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The old shall perish; it
\nshall pass away,<\/p>\n

Expunged,
\nannihilated, blotted out;<\/p>\n

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And
\nall the iron bands that ring about<\/p>\n

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Man\u2019s
\nwide expansion shall at last give way.<\/p>\n

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Freedom,
\nGod, Immortality, the three<\/p>\n

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Are
\none and shall be realised at length;<\/p>\n

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Love,
\nWisdom, Justice, Joy and utter Strength<\/p>\n

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Gather
\ninto a pure felicity.<\/p>\n

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It
\ncomes at last, the day foreseen of old,<\/p>\n

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What
\nJohn in Patmos saw, what Shelley dreamed,<\/p>\n

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Vision
\nand vain imagination deemed,<\/p>\n

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The
\nCity of Delight, the Age of Gold.<\/p>\n

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The
\nIron Age is ended. Only now<\/p>\n

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The
\nlast fierce spasm of the dying past<\/p>\n

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Shall
\nshake the nations, and when that has passed,<\/p>\n

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Earth
\nwashed of ills shall raise a fairer brow.<\/p>\n

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This
\nis man\u2019s progress; for the Iron Age<\/p>\n

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Prepares
\nthe Age of Gold.  What we call sin,<\/p>\n

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Is
\nbut man\u2019s leavings as from deep within<\/p>\n

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The
\nPilot guides him in his pilgrimage.<\/p>\n

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He
\nleaves behind the ill with strife and pain,<\/p>\n

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Because
\nit clings and constantly returns,<\/p>\n

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And
\nin the fire of suffering fiercely burns<\/p>\n

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More
\nsweetness to deserve, more strength to gain.<\/p>\n

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He
\nrises to the good with Titan wings:<\/p>\n

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And
\nthis the reason of his high unease,<\/p>\n

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Because
\nhe came from the infinities<\/p>\n

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To
\nbuild immortally with mortal things;<\/p>\n

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The
\nbody with increasing soul to fill,<\/p>\n

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Extend
\nHeaven\u2019s claim upon the toiling earth<\/p>\n

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And
\nclimb from death to a diviner birth<\/p>\n

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Grasped
\nand supported by immortal Will.
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