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His was the gifted eye, which grace still touch'd As if with second nature; and his dreams, His childish dreams, were lit by hues from heaven— Those which make genius. Now his visions wore A grace more actual, and one worshipp'd face Inspired the youthful sculptor, till like life His spirit warm'd the marble. Who shall say The love of genius is a common thing, Such as the many feel—half selfishness, Half vanity?—for genius is divine, And, like a god, doth turn its dwelling-place Into a temple; and the heart redeem'd By its fine influence is immortal shrine For love's divinity. In common homes He dies, as he was born, in nothingness; But love, inspiring genius, makes the world