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In Nature's temple, living columns rise, / Which oftentimes give tongue to words subdued, / And Man traverses this symbolic wood, / Which looks at him with half familiar eyes,
Like lingering echoes, which afar confound / Themselves in deep and sombre unity, / As vast as Night, and like transplendency, / The scents and colours to each other respond.