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SEEMINGS.
IN the earth's womb all loveliness doth grow!So low estate may garb the trusting soul
With beauty pure as the immortals know.
Who reads his heart first learneth self-control;
And deemeth that which multitudes extol
As all too mean to chain his lightest thought.
Behold! how glorious are the hues enwrought
Upon the rainbow's web!—yet are they naught
But exhalations from the fens o'erfraught
With stagnant dews, and but reflect the glow
Of that which will destroy them! Even so
Are man's idolatries but mocking show;
They taint the air which they invade below,
And, tried by higher light, a borrowed radiance throw.
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