The rounded world is fair to see,
Nine time folded in mystery:
Though baffled seers cannot impart
The secret of its laboring heart,
Throb thine with Nature’s throbbing breast,
And all is clear from east to west,
Spirit... that lurks each form within
Beckons to spirit of its kin;
Self-kindled every atom glows__ ,
And hints the future which it owes.
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little rose encanted!
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