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/ The clouds that tower in storm, that beat / Arterial thunder in their veins; / The wildflowers lifting, shyly sweet, / Their perfect faces from the plains, -- / All high, all lowly things of Earth / For no vague end have had their birth.
/ Low strips of mist that mesh the moon / Above the foaming waterfall; / And mountains, that God's hand hath hewn, / And forests, where the great winds call, -- / Within the grasp of such as see / Are parts of a conspiracy;
/ To seize the soul with beauty; hold / The heart with love: and thus fulfill / Within ourselves the Age of Gold, / That never died, and never will, -- / As long as one true nature feels / The wonders that the world reveals.