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Walnut-Leaf. — ‘ The Power of Intellect 
A spell more frequently felt than understood! 
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He was a man to worship, and to dread — 
A being beautiful, mysterious — one 
From whose fair brow all trace had early fled, 
Of youth’s unheeding recklessness, while on 
Its polished surface gleamed, as from a throne, 
The power of Intellect, sublimely bright; 
Repose and majesty were there, and shone 
Serenely forth, with genius in its might 
His Eye was living Light , (a mirror true,) 
In which the burning soul poured out its fire 
In dazzling coruscations, as it threw 
Its spell around him, — rousing strong desire 
In all who saw to understand its glance 
Of fascination strange, — and yet there shone 
A look of gentleness, at times t’ entrance 
The gazer’s soul, and fix it all his own! 
