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2. “O Spirit vast and deep as Night and Heaven! Mother and soul of all to which is given The light of life, the loveliness of being, Lo! thou dost reascend the human heart, Thy throne of power, almighty as thou wert, In dreams of Poets old grown pale by seeing The shade of thee:—now, millions start To feel thy lightnings through them burning: Nature, or God, or Love, or Pleasure, Or Sympathy the sad tears turning To mutual smiles, a drainless treasure, Descends amidst us;–Scorn and Hate, Revenge and Selfishness are desolate— A hundred nations swear that there shall be Pty and Peace and Love, among the good and free!

3. "Eldest of things, divine Equality! Wisdom and Love are but the slaves of thee, The Angels of thy sway, the poor around thee Treasures from all the cells of human thought, And from the Stars, and from the Ocean brought, And the last living heart whose beatings bound thee: The powerful and the wise had sought Thy coming, thou in light descending 0er the wide land which is thine own Like the spring whose breath is blending All blasts of fragrance into one, Comest upon the paths of men!— Earth bares her general bosom to thy ken, And all her children here in glory meet To seed upon thy smiles, and clasp thy sacred feet.

4. "My brethren.we are free! the plains and mountains The gray sea-shore, the forests and the fountains, Are haunts of happiest dwellers:–man and woman, Their common bondage burst, may freely borrow from lawless love a solace for their sorrow; For of we still must weep, since we are human. A stormy night's serenest morrow, Whose showers are pity's gentle tears, Whose clouds are smiles of those that die Like infants without hopes or fears, And whose beams are joys that lie In blended hearts, now holds dominion; The dawn of mind, which upwards on a pinion me, swift as sunrise, far illumines space, And clasps this barren world in its own bright embrace'

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"My brethren, we are free! the fruits are glowing Beneath the stars, and the night-winds are flowing O'er the ripe corn, the birds and beasts are dreaming— Never again may blood of bird or beast *** with its venomous stream a human feast! To the pure skies in accusation steaming, Avenging poisons shall have ceased To seed disease and fear and madness, The dwellers of the earth and air sal throng around our steps with gladness, Seeking their food or refuge there. *** from thought all glorious forms shall cull, "make this Earth, our home, more beautiful,

And Science, and her sister Poesy,
Shall clothe in light the fields and cities of the free!

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“Victory, Victory to the prostrate nations!
Bear witness Night, and ye mute Constellations
Who gaze on us from your crystalline cars!
Thoughts have gone forth whose powers can sleep
no more '
Victory! Victory! Earth's remotest shore,
Regions which groan beneath the Antarctic stars,
The green lands cradled in the roar
Of western waves, and wildernesses
Peopled and vast, which skirt the oceans
Where morning dyes her golden tresses,
Shall soon partake our high emotions:
Kings shall turn pale! Almighty Fear,
The Fiend-God, when our charmed name he hear,
Shall fade like shadow from his thousand fanes,
While Truth with Joy enthroned o'er his lost empire
reigns!" w

LII. Ere she had ceased, the mists of night entwining Their dim woof, floated o'er the infinite throng ; She, like a spirit through the darkness shining, In tones whose sweetness silence did prolong, As if to lingering winds they did belong, Pour'd forth her inmost soul: a passionate speech With wild and thrilling pauses woven among, Which whoso heard, was mute, for it could teach To rapture like her own all listening hearts to reach.

LIII.

Her voice was as a mountain stream which sweeps The wither'd leaves of Autumn to the lake, And in some deep and narrow bay then sleeps In the shadow of the shores; as dead leaves wake Under the wave, m flowers and herbs which make Those green depths beautiful when skies are blue, The multitude so moveless did partake Such living change, and kindling murmurs flew As o'er that speechless calm delight and wonder grew.

LIV. Over the plain the throngs were scatter'd then In groups around the fires, which from the sea Even to the gorge of the first mountain glen Blazed wide and far: the banquet of the free Was spread beneath many a dark cypress-tree, Beneath whose spires, which sway’d in the red light, Reclining as they ate, of Liberty, And Hope, and Justice, and Laone's name, Earth's children did a woof of happy converse frame.

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Their feast was such as Earth, the general mother,
Pours from her fairest bosom, when she smiles
In the embrace of Autumn –to each other
As when some parent fondly reconciles
Her warring children, she their wrath beguiles
With her own sustenance; they relenting weep:
Such was this Festival, which from their isles
And continents, and winds, and oceans deep,

All shapes might throng to share, that fly, or walk,

or creep.

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XXXIII. The meteor show'd the leaves on which we sate, And Cythna's glowing arms, and the thick ties Of her soft hair, which bent with gather'd weight My neck near hers, her dark and deepening eyes, Which, as twin phantoms of one star that lies O'er a dim well, move, though the star reposes, Swam in our mute and liquid ecstasies, Her marble brow, and eager lips, like roses, With their own fragrance pale, which spring but half uncloses. XXXIV. The meteor to its far morass return'd : The beating of our veins one interval Made still ; and then I felt the blood that burn'd Within her frame, mingle with mine, and fall Around my heart like fire; and over all A mist was spread, the sickness of a deep And speechless swoon of joy, as might befall Two disunited spirits when they leap a union from this earth's obscure and fading sleep.

XXXV. Was it one moment that confounded thus All thought, all sense, all feeling, into one Unutterable power, which shielded us Even from our own cold looks, when we had gone into a wide and wild oblivion Of tumult and of tenderness' or now Had ages, such as make the moon and sun, The seasons, and mankind their changes know, eft fear and time unfelt by us alone below 1

XXXVI." I know not. What are kisses whose fire clasps The failing heart in languishment, or limb Twined within limb or the quick dying gasps of the life meeting, when the saint eyes swim Through tears of a wide mist boundless and dim, In one caress What is the strong control which leads the heart that dizzy steep to climb, Where far over the world those vapors roll, shich blend two restless frames in one reposing soul!

XXXVII. It is the shadow which doth float unseen, But not unfelt, o'er blind mortality, whose divine darkness fled not, from that green And lone recess, where lapt in peace did lie our linked frames; till, from the changing sky, That night and still another day had fled; And then I saw and felt. The moon was high, And clouds, as of a coming storm, were spread oder its orb-loud winds were gathering overhead.

XXXVIII.

rythra's sweet lips seem'd lurid in the moon, Her fairest limbs with the night wind were chill, And her dark tresses were all loosely strewn over her pale bosom —all within was still, And the sweet peace of joy did almost fill The depth of her unfathomable look – and we sate calmly, though that rocky hill, The waves contending in its caverns strook,

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XLIV. Cythna beheld me part, as I bestrode That willing steed—the tempest and the night, Which gave my path its safety as I rode Down the ravine of rocks, did soon unite, The darkness and the tumult of their might Borne on all winds—Far through the streaming rain Floating at intervals the garments white Of Cythma gleam'd, and her voice once again

- they foreknew the storm, and the gray ruin shook. Came to me on the gust, and soon I reach'd the plain.

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