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LITERATURE
Four are the sovereign arts that echoes call
Out from those large dim deeps, our human heart;
But yet the inclusive magic of one art,
While being allied to each, transcends them all.
Here rhythms and melodies rise, pause or fall
Perpetual; here hues, tinges, gleam or start
With rainbow glory; and here, too, hold their part
Form, symmetry, twin powers of cogent thrall.
Out from those large dim deeps, our human heart;
But yet the inclusive magic of one art,
While being allied to each, transcends them all.
Here rhythms and melodies rise, pause or fall
Perpetual; here hues, tinges, gleam or start
With rainbow glory; and here, too, hold their part
Form, symmetry, twin powers of cogent thrall.
With marvel of colour Painting may delight;
Music the wings of our pent souls may free;
Sculpture may charm us with high dreams and pure;
But thou that mirrorest the beauty and might,
The delicacy and splendour of all three,
Still than all three art loftier, Literature!
Music the wings of our pent souls may free;
Sculpture may charm us with high dreams and pure;
But thou that mirrorest the beauty and might,
The delicacy and splendour of all three,
Still than all three art loftier, Literature!
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