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388 Through you color, form, location, sublimity, ideality, Through you every proof, comparison, and all the
 * suggestions and determinations of ourselves.

You have waited, you always wait, you dumb, beautiful
 * ministers! you novices!

We receive you with free sense at last, and are
 * insatiate henceforward,

Not you any more shall be able to foil us, or
 * withhold yourselves from us,

We use you, and do not cast you aside—we plant
 * you permanently within us,

We fathom you not—we love you—there is
 * perfection in you also,

You furnish your parts toward eternity, Great or small, you furnish your parts toward the
 * Soul.