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130 The admiring East their praises spread: But with uncheated eyes themselves they viewed; Mourning they sat with dust upon their head, And oft in melancholy strain The fond complaint renewed, How little yet they knew, how much was learned in vain. For human guilt and mortal woe Their sympathizing sorrows flow; Their hallowed prayers ascend in incense pure; They mourned the narrow bounds assigned To the keen glances of the searching mind, They mourned the ills they could not cure, They mourned the doubts they could not clear, They mourned that prophet yet, nor seer, The great Eternal had made known, Or reached the lowest step of that immortal throne. And oft the starry cope of heaven beneath, When day's tumultuous sounds had ceased to breathe,