PODS OJ' BD'LZC'l'lOlf Aim RN'l'UDUIT.· 1600 pure of heart!. thou need'at not aai: of me
What. thia ltrong m uaic in the aoul may be!
Wbat, and wherein it doth exiat,
Thia light, thu glory, this fair luminous mist,
Thia beautiful and beauty-malting power.
Joy, virtuous L&dy I Joy that ne'er wu given,
Save to the pure, and in their purest hour
Life, and Life'a effiuence, cloud at once e.nd ahower,
Joy
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L&dy! i.e the epirit and the power
Wb1ch wedding Nature to ua gives in dower,
A new Ee.rth and Ue'l" Heaven,
Undreamt of by the sensual 3nd the proud-
J oy ie the aweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud-
We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence ilowa all that ch&l'IDS or ear or sight,
All melodiea the echoes of that voice,
All coloun a auft'uaion from that light.
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REVOLU'J'IOlfB a weep
O'er earth, like troubled visions o'er the breaat
Of dreaming sorrow ; cities rise and sink,
Like bubbles on the water; fiery i.alea
Spring blazing from the ocean, and go back
To their mysterious caverns; mounto.ina rear
To heaven their b&ld and blaoken'd cli.J!'a, and bow
Their tall beada to the plain; new empires ri.ae,
Gt.thering the atl'ength of hoary centuriee,
And ruell down like the Alpine avalanche,
Startling tbeuatione,-and the very stare,
Yon bright and burning blazonry of Gon,
Glitter awhile in their etern&l deptha,
And like the Pleiad, loveliest of their train,
Shoot from their glorious epheree, and Jl88ll away,
To darkle in the trackleu void: yet Tune-
Time, the tomlrbuilder, holds his fierce career,
Dark, stel'n, all-pitileae, and pau1188 not
Amid the mighty wrecks that atrew hil path,
To ait and muse, like other conqaerore,
Upon the f.e&rful ruin he hae wrought.
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