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 Then of the moral instinct would she prate, And of the rising from the dead, As hers by right of full-accomplish'd Fate; And at the last she said:

"I take possession of man's mind and deed. I live in all things great and small. I sit apart holding no forms of creeds, But contemplating all." Full oft the riddle of the painful earth Flash'd thro' her as she sat alone, Yet not the less held she her solemn mirth, And intellectual throne.

Of full-sphered contemplation. So three years She throve, but on the fourth she fell. Like Herod, when the shout was in his ears, Struck thro' with pangs of hell.