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V. TO E.—4.
The ocean murmurs on his circling shores—Where is the ear that catches as a whole
That never-ceasing sound from pole to pole?
The sun upon a thousand empires pours
At once his beams in unexhausted stores;
But who—what mortal eye, what human soul,
Beholds that light on all those empires roll,
And on the intermediate ocean floors?
We see but the detail of things; too near
We stand to comprehend their harmony:
Hereafter happy in some nobler state
Of being we shall turn and contemplate
The moral planet of Humanity
In the bright fulness of its perfect sphere.
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