Autumn leaves . O Love ! O ever-gushing fountain ! I see thee in the radiant bow;The champaign, cataract, and mountain In thy celestial essence of Beauty ! thou hast givenTheir lustre to the earth and heaven. Without thy subtle power,The breathing canvas, statue, frieze,Instinct with elements to please, Would please no more. Yet, not for this, would I adore thee; — The viewless realm of mind is thine;The good, the beautiful in story, In patriot, martyr, glorious , amaranthine splendorsSurround their countrys true defenders ; The faithful and the justShall bourgeon in p

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Autumn leaves . O Love ! O ever-gushing fountain ! I see thee in the radiant bow;The champaign, cataract, and mountain In thy celestial essence of Beauty ! thou hast givenTheir lustre to the earth and heaven. Without thy subtle power,The breathing canvas, statue, frieze,Instinct with elements to please, Would please no more. Yet, not for this, would I adore thee; — The viewless realm of mind is thine;The good, the beautiful in story, In patriot, martyr, glorious , amaranthine splendorsSurround their countrys true defenders ; The faithful and the justShall bourgeon in perpetual youthWhen everything is dead but truth, And turned to dust. TO KXAOTi—THE BEAUTIFUL. 51 In woman both of these are blending,— The matchless shape, the seraph soul;With sweetest harmony contending To make a lovely, perfect double beauty thus combining,Woman and angel intertwining, Earth-born, yet from above ;Tis here The Beautiful we find,The fair in form, the pure in mind. Commanding

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