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And vice, and anguish, and the wormy grave,
Shapes of a dream! The veiling clouds retire,425
And lo! the Throne of the redeeming God
Forth flashing unimaginable day
Wraps in one blaze earth, heaven, and deepest hell.
Contemplant Spirits! ye that hover o'er
With untir'd gaze th' immeasurable fount 430
Ebullient with creative Deity!
And ye of plastic power, that interfus'd
Roll thro' the grosser and material mass
In organizing surge! Holies of God!
(And what if Monads of the infinite mind?)435
I haply journeying my immortal courfe
Shall sometime join your mystic choir! Till then
I discipline my young noviciate thought
