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“Should not the truest Art interpret rather than daguerreotype?”
Yet did Dione, sunning earth with smiles,Rise radiant from the depths of Phidias' brain,
Nor Titian's colours for her sought in vain
Who netted the fierce Mars in her sweet wiles.
Say not that highest art one charm beguiles
From beauty, though its unshorn strength disdain
Aught earthly that would circumscribe its reign.
See, Ariel and the serpent who was Nile's,
These the fine brain of him who has no peer
Did re-create from nature. Truth alone
Is mighty; yet a mightier truth is here,
A truth God-given through man, who so hath shown
Shadow'd in him the might with awe we hear
Creating always all things to us known.
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