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190 That estrangeth wide apart Science from her sister Art. Hold ! look through this glass for me ? Artist, tell me what you see ? &quot; &quot; I ! &quot; cried Ralph. &quot; I see in place Of Astarte s silver face, Or veiled Isis radiant robe, Nothing but a rugged globe Seamed with awful rents and scars. And below no longer Mars, Fierce, flame-crested god of war, But a lurid, flickering star, Fashioned like our mother earth, Vexed, belike, with death and birth.&quot; Rapt in dreamy thought the while, With a sphinx-like shadowy smile, Poet Florio sat, but now Spake in deep-voiced accents slow, More as one who probes his mind, Than for us &quot; Who seeks, shall find- Widening knowledge surely brings Vaster themes to him who sings. Was veiled Isis more sublime Than yon frozen fruit of Time, Hanging in the naked sky ? Death s domain for worlds too die. Lo ! the heavens like a scroll Stand revealed before my soul ; And the hieroglyphs are suns