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Rh Than praise and sacrifices of the fool, Whose hecatomb, whose golden offering Is food for flame or Sacrilegious spoil For temple robbers.

God is first and last Who leads the chorick dancing of the stars The planet's progress, as the solar stay, And God is Very Beauty, would you win To that Diviner essencecount it not As Earthly Beauty is to man of earth The brief liv'd promise of immediate joy, The panting halt before possession prove Prelude again to dull satiety. The Very Beauty passes not, nor palls, But since God's face is mirror'd in His world, The best of earthly beauty you may know Deep in your soul's shrine reverently set, Imperfect image, in a little space,