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 Or clouds slow gliding in the golden west; He thought as birds may think when 'mid the trees Their joy showers music o'er the brood-filled nest; He swayed us all with ever placid ease As sways the thronèd moon her world- wide wandering seas.

Look, as within some fair and princely hall The marble statue of a god may rest, Admired in silent reverence by all; Soothing the weary brain and anguished breast, By life's sore burthens all-too-much oppressed, With visions of tranquillity supreme; So, self-sufficing, grand and bland and blest, He dwelt enthroned, and whoso gazed did seem Endowed with death-calm life in long unwistful dream.

While others fumed and schemed and toiled in vain To mould the world according to their mood, He did by might of perfect faith refrain From any part in such disturbance rude.