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 The Spirit saw The vast frame of the renovated world Smile in the lap of Chaos, and the sense Of hope thro' her fine texture did suffuse Such varying glow, as summer evening casts On undulating clouds and deepening lakes. Like the vague sighings of a wind at even, That wakes the wavelets of the slumbering sea And dies on the creation of its breath. And sinks and rises, fails and swells by fits: Was the sweet stream of thought that with wild motion Flowed o'er the Spirit's human sympathies. The mighty tide of thought had paused awhile, Which from the Dæmon now like Ocean's stream Again began to pour.—

To me is given The wonders of the human world to keep— Space, matter, time and mind—let the sight Renew and strengthen all thy failing hope.