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56 This radiant pomp of sun and star,

Throes that were, and worlds that are,

Behold! were in vain and in vain;—

It cannot be,—I will look again.

Surely now will the curtain rise,

And earth's fit tenant me surprise;—

But the curtain doth not rise,

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 see thee in the crowd alone;

I will be thy companion.

Quit thy friends 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;

And leave thy peacock wit behind;

Enough for thee the primal mind

That flows in streams, that breathes in wind:

Leave all thy pedant lore apart;

God hid the whole world in thy heart.