From Wordsworth's "The Prelude" ----------
Enough of humble arguments; recall,/
My song! those high emotions which thy voice/
Has heretofore made known; that bursting forth/
Of sympathy, inspiring and inspired,/
When everywhere a vital pulse was felt,/
And all the several frames of things, like stars,/
Through every magnitude distinguishable,/
Shone mutually indebted, or half lost/
Each in the other's blaze, a galaxy/
Of life and glory. In the midst stood Man,/
Outwardly, inwardly contemplated,/
As, of all visible natures, crown, though born/
Of dust, and kindred to the worm; a Being,/
Both in perception and discernment, first/
In every capability of rapture, Through the divine effect of power and love;/
As, more than anything we know, instinct/
With godhead, and, by reason and by will,/
Acknowledging dependency sublime.
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