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impulse, to my soul, The powers of nature all around revealing. Am I a God?

What light intense! In these pure symbols do I see, Nature exert her vital

energy. Now of the wise man's words I learn the sense;

"Unlock'd the spirit - world doth lie, Thy sense is shut, thy heart is dead! Up

scholar, lave, with courage high, Thine earthly breast in the morning - red!"

How all things live and work, and ever blending, Weave one vast whole from

Being's ample range! How powers celestial, rising and descending, Their

golden buckets ceaseless interchange! Their flight on rapture - breathing