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[The Morning of the Intellect! as first in Adam seen]
The Morning of the Intellect! as first in Adam seen
In all its pristine purity, ah! what must it have been?
A Temple of the Living God! refulgent and refined;
An emanation glorious of the Eternal Mind!
In all its pristine purity, ah! what must it have been?
A Temple of the Living God! refulgent and refined;
An emanation glorious of the Eternal Mind!
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The Morning of the Intellect! Ere horrid sin and death
Its innocence and beauty marr'd with their defiling breath;
Or time made it a mournful wreck, a ruin, just to tell
How low it has descended, and from what a height it fell!
Its innocence and beauty marr'd with their defiling breath;
Or time made it a mournful wreck, a ruin, just to tell
How low it has descended, and from what a height it fell!
The Morning of the Intellect! In these our latter days
If something noble still remain for wonder and for praise,
What is it but a relic rare of that Celestial Fane
To be restored when man shall his Lost Paradise regain?
If something noble still remain for wonder and for praise,
What is it but a relic rare of that Celestial Fane
To be restored when man shall his Lost Paradise regain?
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