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88 And Nature has miscarried wholly

Into failure, into folly."

'Alas! thine is the bankruptcy,

Blessed Nature so to see.

Come, lay thee in my soothing shade,

And heal the hurts which sin has made.

I will teach the bright parable

Older than time,

Things undeclarable,

Visions sublime.

I see thee in the crowd alone;

I will be thy companion.

Let thy friends be as the dead in doom,

And build to them a final tomb;

Let the starred shade that nightly falls

Still celebrate their funerals,

And the bell of beetle and of bee

Knell their melodious memory.

Behind thee leave thy merchandise,

Thy churches, and thy charities;