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"Come, let me make a sunny realm around thee,
 * Of thought and beauty! Here are books and flowers.

With spells to loose the fetter which hath bound thee,
 * The ravelled coil of this world's feverish hours.

"The soul of song is in these deathless pages,
 * Even as the odour in the flower enshrined;

Here the crown'd spirits of departed ages
 * Have left the silent melodies of mind.

"Their thoughts, that strove with time, and change, and anguish,
 * For some high place where Faith her wing might rest,

Are burning here;—a flame that may not languish,
 * Still pointing upward to that bright Hill's crest!

"Their grief, the veil'd infinity exploring
 * For treasures lost, is here;—their boundless love,

Its mighty streams of gentleness outpouring
 * On all things round, and clasping all above.