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What though 'tis fair to view, this form of man, I know not why the heavenly Artisan Hath set these tulip cheeks and cypress forns To deck the mournful halls of earth's divan.

My fire gives forth no smoke-cloud here below, My stock-in-trade no profit here below, And you, who call me tavern-haunter, know There is indeed no tavern here below.

Thus spake an idol to his worshipper, "Why dost thou worship this dead stone, fair sir?   'Tis because He who gazeth through thine eyes, Doth some part of His charms on it confer."