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/ Whether it be that we in letters trace / The pure exactness of a wood bird's strain, / And name it song; or with the brush attain / The high perfection of a wildflower's face; / Or mold in difficult marble all the grace / We know as man; or from the wind and rain / Catch elemental rapture of refrain / And mark in music to due time and place: / The aim of Art is Nature; to unfold / Her truth and beauty to the souls of men / In close suggestions; in whose forms is cast / Nothing so new but 'tis long eons old; / Nothing so old but 'tis as young as when / The mind conceived it in the ages past.