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• I've seen the spirit 'shrined in endless shapes
• And tinctures, natural;
• Where not one charm Love's vigilance escapes!
• Her fascinating cunning all things drapes
• In summer-sunshine's sweetest bibs & frills
• Whose feeblest ray life's common places kills
• Joy kindling, at thy call.

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• I've sought æsthetic culture at thy feet—
• True Art's Gamaliel—
• 10Spirituous sympathies as strong as sweet
• Issuing thy rare pre-eminence to greet!
• I've whiled away sore trials 'neath thy spell
• Of Art-enchantment, counsel ne'er could quell
• A thousandth part so well.

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• And, shall I grasp thy wonder-working hands
• Or kiss the 'broidery
• Of garment meet wherein that Spirit stands
• Revealed to near & far-off times & lands?
• Witnessing, with the few, inspired skill
• 20The outside crowd-rapt slaves of Plutus—still
• Blasphemous, avoiding thee.

E. B.

Farnham, Yorks:

September 7 A:D:1879