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Sweet scents, sweet sounds, sweet scenes!

With all that intervenes

In sweeter solemn silences profound—

Whereinto overflows,

In forest, river, rose,

Passionless being, beauty without bound.

How deep the mind’s repose!

The vagrant sea-breeze blows

With kindred pulses through the fragrant shade;

And sod and soul are blent

In blest enfranchisement—

Prefiguring the end for all things made.

For life and love, supreme

Beyond the poet’s dream,

Shall bear all being to its blissful goal;

The wondrous word is true—

"Lo! I make all things new;"

The universe is ransomed with the soul!