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AT THE ENGLISH LAKES
This is a land where earth to heaven aspires
In multitudinous pinnacles of prayer,
And doth a thousand altar-heights lay bare
Unto the rising and the setting fires.
The enraptured eye, the foot that never tires,
Ill here bestead, if custom or if care
Have doomed the soul with Tantalus to fare,
Starving in sight of unfulfilled desires.
Spirit of beauty! that on each lone lake
And hoary summit hast thy breathing shrine,
What ban forbids our spirits to partake
The dumb world's worship? Do thou blend with thine
My being, conform me to thy likeness, make
Each day with beatific thought divine.
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