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444 CLVII.

Thou seest not all—but piecemeal thou must break,

To separate contemplation, the great whole;

And as the Ocean many bays will make

That ask the eye—so here condense thy soul

To more immediate objects, and control

Thy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heart

Its eloquent proportions, and unroll

In mighty graduations, part by part,

The Glory which at once upon thee did not dart,

CLVIII.

Not by its fault—but thine: Our outward sense

Is but of gradual grasp—and as it is

That what we have of feeling most intense

Outstrips our faint expression; even so this

Outshining and o'erwhelming edifice

Fools our fond gaze, and greatest of the great

Defies at first our Nature's littleness,

Till, growing with its growth, we thus dilate

Our Spirits to the size of that they contemplate.

CLIX.

Then pause, and be enlightened; there is more

In such a survey than the sating gaze