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Th' accordant rush of elemental sound
To one consummate harmony profound;
        One grand Creation-Hymn,
        Whose notes the Seraphim
Lift to the glorious height of music wing'd and crown'd.

Shall not those notes find echoes in my lyre,
Faithful though faint?—Shall not my spirit's fire,
If slowly, yet unswervingly, ascend
        Now to its fount and end?
Shall not my earthly love, all purified,
        Shine forth a heavenward guide?
An angel of bright power?—and strongly bear
My being upward into holier air,
Where fiery passion-clouds have no abode,

And the sky's temple-arch o'erflows with God?

         The radiant hope new-born
         Expands like rising morn
    In my life's life: and as a ripening rose,
    The crimson shadow of its glory throws