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_First all the host of Raphael / In liveries of gold, / Lifted the chorus on whose rhythm / The spinning spheres are rolled, -- / The Seraphs of the morning calm / Whose hearts are never cold._
He shall be born a spirit, / Part of the soul that yearns, / The core of vital gladness / That suffers and discerns, / The stir that breaks the budding sheath / When the green spring returns, --