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 Of every day's event, and want, and wish; From work-times, diet-times, and sleeping-times: And thence constructed, mean and heavy links Within the pandemonic walls of sense, Enchain our deathless part, constrain our strength, And waste the goodly stature of our soul.

Howbeit, we love this bondage; we do cleave Onto the sordid and unholy thing, Fearing the sudden wrench required to break Those clasped links. Behold! all sights and sounds In air, and sea, and earth, and under earth, All flesh, all life, all ends, are mysteries; And all that is mysterious dreadful seems, And all we cannot understand we fear. Ourselves do scare ourselves: we hide our sight In artificial nature from the true, And throw sensation's veil associative On God's creation, man's intelligence;