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...No voice from some sublimer world hath ever to wisest poets these responses given -
therefore the name of God and Ghosts and Heaven, remain yet records of their vain Endeavour - frail spells, - whose uttered charm might not avail to sever from what we feel and what we see Doupt, Chance and mutability.
Thy shade alone like mists o`er mountains driven, or music by the night-wind send thro` strings of some mute instrument, or moonlight on a forest stream, give truth and grace to
life`s tumultuous dream...
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