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76 Told how the mind of godlike power May pass away.

Of Earth I asked, with deep surprise, Hast thou no more enduring grace, To lure thy trusting votaries Along their toil-worn, shadowy race! She answered not,—the grave replied, "Lo! to my sceptre's silent sway Her boasted beauty, pomp and pride,                                          Must pass away."