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who stealest fire, From the fountains of the past, To glorify the present; oh, haste, Visit my low desire! Strengthen me, enlighten me! I faint in this obscurity, Thou dewy dawn of memory.

Come not as thou camest of late, Flinging the gloom of yesternight On the white day; but robed in soften'd light Of orient state.