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Its substance and its symmetry; and sight Had never met a fairer scene than that.
'Twas beauty's arm thrust from a robe of light. Strong Science found sweet Poesy and wooed, And she his way with fragrant bloom bestrewed.
Captive was nature made; for on the sands
Sweet flowers bloomed, amid the verdant grass; A forest on the plain arose, and deep
Ran limpid waters where the dark morass Had reeked its vapors, foul, for centuries;
Great shining palaces sprang up, and gleamed In white and dazzling splendor, and the spray
Of fountains, iridescent, flashed and beamed, Where erst the slimy snake and winking toad, By scum-hid pools, had held their foul abode.
All ranks and races met; the prince and clown
In easy fellowship ; and here began, Amid the harmonies of art and skill,
A new and better brotherhood of man. Religions, that have ever been at war—
Of grim intolerance the type and seal— Conferred in cordial terms. All rivalry
Was kind, and seemed to wish the common weal. Music and jangle, sounding side by side, By chisel, brush and pen were glorified. |
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