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POESY.
As well the altar take from out the shrineAs Poesy from Life—put out the fire,
The sacred household flame, and bid retire
From desecrated hearthstones their divine
Penatës, who its glow sustain, refine;
As well pluck out man's hearts and make a pyre,
True funeral pile! and burn it with the lyre;
For this the goblet is without the wine!
I mean that Poesy in largest sense,
From earth to heaven, from cradle to the grave;
Which perfumes this our life like sweet incense,
And like the salt o' the earth from taint can save.
Cast it not out; oh break not down that fence;
That swine their styes may in the temple have!
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