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Lie there, embalm’d from age to age! This is the album’s noblest page, Though every glowing leaf be fraught With painting, poesy, and thought; Where tracks of mortal hands are seen, A hand invisible hath been, And left this autograph behind, This image from th’ eternal mind; A work of skill surpassing sense, A labour of Omnipotence! |
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the eye, He form’d this gnat who built the sky; Stop – lest it vanish at they breath – This speck had life, and suffer’d death. |
| Sheffield, July 18, 1827. |