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8 Here too the holiest Child of mortal race Rested in humble guise with a pure Mother.

At thy most holy source, primæval Nile! The Greek drank wisdom; learn'd a Dædal art, That in his pure white light of genius, In that pellucid æther of his clime, Among pure breezes of Castalian hills, And delicate unrobed consummate forms Of radiant heroes, bloom'd in glorious Marble immortal gods for all the world.

Here he beheld the blazon'd Zodiac On loftiest firmaments of broad hewn stone Within dim fanes, or solemn tombs of kings; Stupendous vaulted chambers in the heart Of flame-hued mountain, silently aware With populous imagery of men and gods, Hawk or ram-headed; on wide wall and ceiling Beheld a constellate celestial river Meandering around a crystal sphere, And navigated in twelve lives of Moons