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Herein is thy celestial wisdom shown, That thou, divining Godhead scarce concealed In nature’s plain immediacy, dost yield To her the soul of poetry and thine own. Until thou cam’st no son of time had known The measure of the glory now revealed In common things, the beauty of the field, The moving grace of planet and of stone. What bliss it was to feel as at the first, But with that insight now supremely thine, The trailing clouds upon a world accurst In all their fresh and pristine splendour shine; While into that familiar face there burst The expression of the Countenance divine.

HESEPE, 31st May