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Rh And to whatever else of outward form

Can give an inward help, can purify,

And elevate, and harmonise, and soothe,

And steal away, and for a while deceive

And lap in pleasing rest, and bear us on

Without desire in full complacency,

Contemplating perfection absolute,

And entertained as in a placid sleep.

But not betrayed by tenderness of mind

That feared, or wholly overlooked the truth,

Did we come hither, with romantic hope

To find in midst of so much loveliness

Love, perfect love: of so much majesty

A like majestic frame of mind in those

Who here abide, the persons like the place.

Not from such hope, or aught of such belief,