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 For every one is as a link; And I enchain them as I think; Till present, and remembered bliss, And better, worlds on after this, I have—led on from each to each Athwart the limitless abyss— In some surpassing sphere I reach.

I draw a veil across my face Before I come back to the place And dull obscurity of these; I hide my face, and no man sees; I learn to smile a lighter smile, And change, and look just what they please. It is but for a little while.

I go with them; and in their sight I would not scorn their little light, Nor mock the things they hold divine; But when I kneel before the shrine Of some base deity of theirs, I pray all inwardly to mine, And send my soul up with my prayers: