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LXXVIII.
THE SUBJECT CONTINUED.
[THE SPIRIT OF INTELLECTUAL ART.] |
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LXXVIII.
THE SUBJECT CONTINUED.
[THE SPIRIT OF INTELLECTUAL ART.]
At every whisper we endow with life,A being of good or evil,—who must, thence,
Allegiance yield to that intelligence,
Which, calling into birth, decreed the strife,
Which he must seek forever! The good thought,
Is born a blesséd angel, that goes forth,
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Still teaching what is love, by love still taught!
The evil joins the numerous ranks of ill,
And, born of curses, through the endless years,
'Till Time shall be no more, and human tears
Dried up in judgment,—must his curse fulfil!
Dream'st thou of what is blessing or unblest,
Thou tak'st a God or Demon to thy breast!
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