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THE CRYSTAL PALACE.
Methinks this dome diaphanous, this floodOf light, exalts the function of mere eye,
And fills the soul with sense of purity,
With light clothed as a garment. None but good
And purest thoughts, methinks, should here intrude;
Such as may bear the light; such as ally
The mimic crystal with congenial sky,
Conformed, themselves, to the similitude
Of their fair palace! All things here to fair
Should turn, and baser touches base not know.
Methinks the portals this device should bear,
“Wash and be clean;” the very place says so!
If window-in-the-breast Truth's semblance wear,
Such mansion should with such like tenant go!
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