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Nature’s temple living pillars rise, And words are murmured none have understood, And man must wander through a tangled wood Of symbols watching him with friendly eyes.

As long-drawn echoes heard far-off and dim Mingle to one deep sound and fade away ; Vast as the night and brilliant as the day, Colour and sound and perfume speak to him.

Some perfumes are as fragrant as a child, Sweet as the sound of hautboys, meadow-green ; Others, corrupted, rich, exultant, wild,

Have all the expansion of things infinite: As amber, incense, musk, and benzoin, Which sing the sense’s and the soul’s delight.