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 Waved, like the wings of the white birds that fan The flying throne of star-taught SOLIMAN. Then thus he spoke:-"Stranger, tho' new the frame "Thy soul inhabits now. I've trackt its flame "For many an age, in every chance and change "Of that existence, thro' whose varied range,-- "As thro' a torch-race where from hand to hand "The flying youths transmit their shining brand, "From frame to frame the unextinguisht soul "Rapidly passes till it reach the goal!

"Nor think 'tis only the gross Spirits warmed "With duskier fire and for earth's medium formed "That run this course;--Beings the most divine "Thus deign thro' dark mortality to shine. "Such was the Essence that in ADAM dwelt, "To which all Heaven except the Proud One knelt: "Such the refined Intelligence that glowed "In MOUSSA'S frame,--and thence descending flowed "Thro'