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Until the God cast down his garb of clay,

And rent in hallowing flame away

The mortal part from the divine—to soar

To the empyreal air! Behold him spring

Blithe in the pride of the unwonted wing,

And the dull matter that confined before

Sinks downward, downward, downward as a dream!

Olympian hymns receive the escaping soul,

And smiling Hebe, from the ambrosial stream,

Fills for a God the bowl!

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