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...beautiful, and in the language of a modern poet,* • • bidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. In this our first chapter we have been dealing (of necessity) with general subjects. We propose leading...

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...from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music sweet...