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 Of those beholding; but all things seem charged With meanings deeper far, that needs must lend An aspect chastened and a tone subdued To nature's face, softer yet richer too. Emotions now first waked, and loftier aims Than e'er before had stirred the conscious soul Write on each brow new dignity of thought.

As when is read some drama, rarely wrought By genius' magic pen, the first act past, That with strange power the attentive mind hath seized, All note of time is lost, or heeded not, While act on act succeeds till comes the last, That disenchants the reader spell-bound long; So when thy scenes, dear Home, divinely planned, Have opened as if bathed in silver light, Have cheerily swept on beyond the days Of love's first raptures and the blissful hour When felt the first-born's brow a mother's kiss, The plot fast thickens, and intenser grow The sympathies that fill and hold the heart,