Autumn leaves . A SONNET. Great Missionary to the human heart,That spirit-world, where heathen gods abound,Alike on Christian and on Paynim ground,The Gospel to this mighty waste is thine to scan the soul, its joy and smart,See glimpses of the Infinite Profound,Oerwhelmed by brutish appetite around,And back to heaven lead mans immortal need the tropics fiery sands to roam ;Lo! pagans live before thy eyes at these dark spirits in prison, it is thineTo speak on themes, O Dewey, which shall fillCelestial natures, and with rapture thrill,When burning constellations cease t

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Autumn leaves . A SONNET. Great Missionary to the human heart,That spirit-world, where heathen gods abound,Alike on Christian and on Paynim ground,The Gospel to this mighty waste is thine to scan the soul, its joy and smart,See glimpses of the Infinite Profound,Oerwhelmed by brutish appetite around,And back to heaven lead mans immortal need the tropics fiery sands to roam ;Lo! pagans live before thy eyes at these dark spirits in prison, it is thineTo speak on themes, O Dewey, which shall fillCelestial natures, and with rapture thrill,When burning constellations cease to shine.

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