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 At large within the flat and crowded town— Having brought Sight away! It was but to climb up a little space, View the same prospect from a loftier place, And large is the little! Stainless and high Over the street presides the Sky, Over the chaffering stand the Snows, Thro’ the traffic the Ocean flows! Larger, larger, the Glory grows!.... With Nature and Man in her radiant span, The Earth-Star travels, the Earth-Soul glows Thro’ space, thro’ Spirit....Here on the hill, Spirit and space, I see them still Widening on, and out, until Through!—to what sparkling Sum Of all ends ended!— Lo, all the limits come Magnificently Home, Triumphant travellers, Shining and splendid!