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70 A prime Enchantress—to assist the work,

Which then was going forward in her name!

Not favoured spots alone, but the whole earth

The beauty wore of promise—that which sets

(To take an image which was felt no doubt

Among the bowers of paradise itself)

The budding rose above the rose full blown.

What Temper at the prospect did not wake

To happiness unthought of? The inert

Were roused, and lively Natures rapt away!

They who had fed their childhood upon dreams,

The play-fellows of fancy, who had made

All powers of swiftness, subtilty and strength

Their ministers,—who in lordly wise had stirred

Among the grandest objects of the sense,

And dealt with whatsoever they found there

As if they had within some lurking right

To wield it;—they, too, who of gentle mood

Had watched all gentle motions, and to these

Had fitted their own thoughts, schemers more mild,

And in the region of their peaceful selves;—

Now was it that both found, the Meek and Lofty,

Did both find helpers to their heart's desire;

And stuff at hand, plastic as they could wish!