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All touch, all eye, all ear, / The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech. / O'er the thin texture of its frame, / The varying periods painted changing glows, / As on a summer even, / When soul-enfolding music floats around, / The stainless mirror of the lake / Re-images the eastern gloom, / Mingling convulsively its purple hues / With sunset's burnished gold.
Then thus the Spirit spoke: / ‘It is a wild and miserable world! / Thorny, and full of care, / Which every fiend can make his prey at will. / O Fairy! in the lapse of years, / Is there no hope in store? / Will yon vast suns roll on / Interminably, still illuming / The night of so many wretched souls, / And see no hope for them? / Will not the universal Spirit e'er / Revivify this withered limb of Heaven?'