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Seeking its own perfect form in souls and things. Life kept no more a dull and meaningless shape. In the struggle and upheaval of the world He saw the labour of a godhead's birth. A secret knowledge masked as Ignorance; Fate covered with an unseen necessity The game of chance of an omnipotent Will. A glory and a rapture and a charm, The All-Blissful sat unknown within the heart; Earth's pains were the ransom of its prisoned delight. A glad communion tinged the passing hours; The days were travellers on a destined road, The nights companions of his musing spirit. A heavenly impetus quickened all his breast; The trudge of Time changed to a splendid march; The divine Dwarf towered to unconquered worlds, Earth grew too narrow for his victory. Once only registering the heavy tread Of a blind Power on human littleness, Life now became a sure approach to God, Existence a divine experiment And cosmos the soul's opportunity. The world was a conception and a birth Of Spirit in Matter into living forms, And Nature bore the Immortal in her womb, That she might climb through him to eternal life. His being lay down in bright immobile peace And bathed in wells of pure spiritual light; It wandered in wide fields of wisdom-self Lit by the rays of an everlasting sun. Even his body's subtle self within Could raise the earthly parts towards higher things And feel on it the breath of heavenlier air. Already it journeyed towards divinity: Upbuoyed upon winged winds of rapid joy, Upheld to a Light it could not always hold, 
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