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Uprears at eve, of crimson clouds, and all
The earth's magnificence, until his soul
Grew raptured with the wonders it beheld,
And fill'd his eyes with an unearthly light—
A radiance too intense, but that the veil
Of the dark lash, softened its glowing ray.
It was a glance, that dwells upon the thought,
And bids us look for some excelling being
Fraught with rare gifts of the immortal mind.
