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And when once listened, it is ne’er forgot, 
But thenceforth forms 
A part and parcel of our being ; for not all 
Eai’th’s jaiTing storms 
Can scare that gentle music from the heart 
It once hath entered: ne’er doth it depart. 
But dwelleth like a fount within a cave 
Or forest deep. 
Answering to each light breeze whose gentle wing 
Doth o’er it sweep. 
And making doubly bright each tender beam 
Of star or sun-light that doth o’er it gleam. 
So, love of nature’s harmony can bless 
And gladden ever 
The heart and fancy, as pellucid wave 
Of fount or river 
Flings back more bright what bright doth on it fall. 
And its own radiance lends where else were none at all. 
But I, in wandering rhymes, too long have chased 
The shadowy things 
Which oft-times flit before fantastic thought 
On fancy’s wings; 
And though I well love dreamy themes like these. 
Wend we now nearer to realities. 
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