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there are moments when the spirit swings
 * Far from restraining hands of earth and time,
 * And in some finer, more ethereal clime

Outspreads its quivering, rosy-tinted wings; There Hope untamed beside it soars and sings,
 * And all the liquid bells of Fancy chime,
 * And earth's harsh measures smooth themselves to

rhyme, And Joy with old and new enchantment springs.

Oh, question not such moments, nor dispel
 * Their ministry by cold and captious doubt.

We are too worldly-wise and critical—
 * Too little used to let our music out.

To earth-bound souls becomes inaudible
 * The heavenly music hovering about.