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Of those beholding; but all things seem charged
With meanings deeper far, that needs must lend
An aspect chastened and a tone subdued
To nature's face, softer yet richer too.
Emotions now first waked, and loftier aims
Than e'er before had stirred the conscious soul
Write on each brow new dignity of thought.

  As when is read some drama, rarely wrought
By genius' magic pen, the first act past,
That with strange power the attentive mind hath seized,
All note of time is lost, or heeded not,
While act on act succeeds till comes the last,
That disenchants the reader spell-bound long;
So when thy scenes, dear Home, divinely planned,
Have opened as if bathed in silver light,
Have cheerily swept on beyond the days
Of love's first raptures and the blissful hour
When felt the first-born's brow a mother's kiss,
The plot fast thickens, and intenser grow
The sympathies that fill and hold the heart,