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earthly charms,—nor heavenly are alone,

In thine incomparable grace exprest;

'Tis holiness in human beauty drest,

Time's shade around immortal brightness thrown:

Now chain'd to fleeting love—and now upflown

From the faint passions of a time-bound breast,

To the unclouded sunshine of the blest;

From dust and darkness—to the lightning's throne.

There stars roll o'er thee,—from whose radiant light

Thou didst receive the rays thou scatter'st round,

While flashing like a vision on the sight;

Say wert thou moulded from the clayey ground,

That I may love thee?—if thou art divine—

An angel—I will worship at thy shrine.