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4 Vain labor! Deep and broad, where none may see,

Spring the foundations of that shadowy throne

Where man's one nature, queen-like, sits alone,

Centred in a majestic unity;

And rays her powers, like sister-islands seen

Linking their coral arms under the sea,

Or clustered peaks with plunging gulfs between,

Spanned by aërial arches all of gold,

Whereo'er the chariot-wheels of life are rolled

In cloudy circles to eternity.

TO THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.