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Rh This life and her to know For Spirit: with awakenedness of glee To feel stern joy her origin: not he The child of woe.

But that the senses still Usurp the station of their issue mind, He would have burst the chrysalis of the blind As yet he will;

As yet he will, she prays, Yet will when his distempered devil of Self;— The glutton for her fruits, the wily elf In shifting rays;—