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Rh Graced by each change of sum untold,

Earth-baking heat, stone-cleaving cold.

The Titan heeds his own affairs,

Wide rents and high alliance shares;

Mysteries of color daily laid

By the great sun in light and shade;

And sweet varieties of chance

And the mystic seasons' dance;

And thief-like step of liberal hours

Thawing snow-drift into flowers.

O, wondrous craft of plant and stone

By eldest science done and shown!

'Happy,' I said, 'whose home is here!

Fair fortunes to the mountaineer!

Boon Nature to his poorest shed

Has royal pleasure-grounds outspread.'

Intent, I searched the region round,

And in low hut my monarch found

He was no eagle, and no earl;—

Alas! my foundling was a churl,