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From an ode "In Commemoration of the Founding of the / Massachusetts Bay Colony. "
/ The morn that breaks its heart of gold / Above the purple hills; / The eve, that spills / Its nautilus splendor where the sea is rolled; / The night, that leads the vast procession in / Of stars and dreams, -- / The beauty that shall never die or pass: -- / The winds, that spin / Of rain the misty mantles of the grass, / And thunder raiment of the mountain-streams; / The sunbeams, penciling with gold the dusk / Green cowls of ancient woods; / The shadows, thridding, veiled with musk, / The moon-pathed solitudes, / Call to my Fancy, saying, "Follow! follow! " / Till, following, I see, -- / Fair as a cascade in a rainbowed hollow, -- / A dream, a shape, take form, / Clad on with every charm, --