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FRAGMENT OF A SONNET BY RAPHAEL.

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(FOUND WRITTEN ON THE BACK OF A SKETCH.)

As Paul when he descended from his trance
Could utter nought of the divine arcane,—
So hidden in my heart my joys remain
Lovingly veiled from all unhallowèd chance.
How much I see, how much I do and bear,
Clothing with placid smile the secret pain,
Which I could just as easy change the hair
Upon this brow as render up profane—
Thus far the master, the divine Raphael,
Who died before his brown locks had uncurled,
And left so much,—yet from whose hand we hail
This fragment now across a changing world.
Finish it, reader!—genius, fortune, fame!
Thrice crowned, love's tangled skein remains the same.