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RISING and setting suns of Liberty— Mountainous exploits and the wrecks thick strewn By stormy Passion o’er Life’s treacherous sea, Relieved with shores of green delight, and boon And starry dreams and the serene pale moon Of Pathos,—these with all of which they be Idealisms, are of Poesy The bodily temple into fitness hewn, And for its Soul, all that the mind can seize Of beauty harmonising with the might Of natural ties and social sympathies And that deep spirit of Piety whose flight Is strongest and most heavenward ’mid the blight Of mortal misery—its Soul are these. |