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Thrice-happy he whose heart, each new-born night, / When old-worn day hath vanished o'er earth's brim, / And he hath laid him down in chamber dim, / Straightway begins to tremble and grow bright, / And loose faint flashes toward the vaulted height / Of the great peace that overshadoweth him: / Keen lambent flames of hope awake and swim / Throughout his soul, touching each point with light! / The great earth under him an altar is, / Upon whose top a sacrifice he lies, / Burning in love's response up to the skies / Whose fire descended first and kindled his: / When slow the flickering flames at length expire, / Sleep's ashes only hide a glowing fire.