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Rh Earth, set free from thy fair fancies

And the art thou shalt resign,

Will bring forth her rue and pansies

Unto more divine

Thoughts than any thoughts of thine.

Nought will fear thee, humbled creature.

There will lie thy mortal burden

Pressed unto the heart of Nature,

Songless in a garden,

With a long embrace of pardon.

Then the truth all creatures tell,

And His will whom thou entreatest,

Shall absorb thee; there shall dwell

Silence, the completest

Of thy poems, last, and sweetest.