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LAY OF THE ROSE. 
“ What angel but would seem 
To sensual eyes glent-dim ? 
And without assimilation, 
Vain is interpenetration ! 
(( Alas ! what can we do, 
The rose and poet too, 
Who both antedate our mission 
In an unprepared season ? 
< Drop leaf—be silent song— 
Cold things we came among ! 
We must warm them, we must warm them 
Ere we even hope to charm them. 
u Howbeit,” here his face 
Highten’d around the place, 
So to mark the outward turning 
Of his spirit’s inward burning. 
u Something it is to hold 
In God’s worlds manifold. 
First reveal’d to creatures duty, 
A new form of His mild beauty. 
