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the studio.
Oh fair primeval age! so nigh thy birth,
God's awful Presence brooded ever near,
Winged forms angelical still trod the earth,
Yet musical each star in its harmonious sphere.

And therefore, heart, and soul, and ear, and eye,
From godlike influence drew life divine,
And truth, religion, high philosophy,
Made manifest, through sensuous forms, their faith benign.

Not wholly dim the rapture, fled the dream;
We all might speak of visions delicate,
Impalpable, o'er which soft haloes gleam
To poesy and antique fable dedicate.

And there live some, who, 'mid the pomp and strife
Which men forlorn miscall felicity,
Fulfil the mission of a nobler life,
And give to mortal yearnings immortality.

Ay, come with me, yon fountain murmurs clear
Beneath its veil of fern; and round it bloom,