Be mild, and cleave to gentle things,
I listened, motionless and still; and, as I mounted up the hill,
What we have loved, others will love, and we will teach them how; instruct them how the mind of man becomes a thousand times more beautiful than the earth on which he dwells...
thy glory and thy happiness be there.
the music in my heart I bore, long after it was heard no more.
Of all that is most beauteous, imaged there In happier beauty; more pellucid streams, An ampler ether, a diviner air, And fields invested with purpureal gleams.
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