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The purest among millions, happy they
Whom to her service she has sanctified,
Whose mouths the mighty one’s commands convey,
Within whose breasts she deigneth to abide;
Whom she ordained to feed her holy fire
Upon her altar’s ever-flaming pyre,–
Whose eyes alone her unveiled graces meet,
And whom she gathers round in union sweet
In the much-honored place be glad
Where noble order bade ye climb,
For in the spirit-world sublime,
Man’s loftiest rank ye’ve ever had!

Ere to the world proportion ye revealed,
That every being joyfully obeys,–
A boundless structure, in night’s veil concealed,
Illumed by naught but faint and languid rays,
A band of phantoms, struggling ceaselessly,
Holding his mind in slavish fetters bound,
Unsociable and rude as be,
Assailing him on every side around,–
Thus seemed to man creation in that day!
United to surrounding forms alone
By the blind chains the passions had put on,
Whilst Nature’s beauteous spirit fled away
Unfelt, untasted, and unknown.

And, as it hovered o’er with parting ray,
Ye seized the shades so neighborly,
With silent hand, with feeling mind,
And taught how they might be combined
In one firm bond of harmony.
The gaze, light-soaring, felt uplifted then,
When first the cedar’s slender trunk it viewed;
And pleasingly the ocean’s crystal flood
Reflected back the dancing form again.
Could ye mistake the look, with beauty fraught,
That Nature gave to help ye on your way?
The image floating on the billows taught
The art the fleeting shadow to portray.

From her own being torn apart,
Her phantom, beauteous as a dream,
She plunged into the silvery stream,
Surrendering to her spoiler’s art.
Creative power soon in your breast unfolded;
Too noble far, not idly to conceive,
The shadow’s form in sand, in clay ye moulded,
And made it in the sketch its being leave.
The longing thirst for action then awoke,–
And from your breast the first creation broke.

By contemplation captive made,
Ensnared by your discerning eye,
The friendly phantom’s soon betrayed
The talisman that roused your ecstasy.
The laws of wonder-working might,
The stores by beauty brought to light,
Inventive reason in soft union planned
To blend together ‘neath your forming hand.
The obelisk, the pyramid ascended,
The Hermes stood, the column sprang on high,
The reed poured forth the woodland melody,
Immortal song on victor’s deeds attended.

The fairest flowers that decked the earth,
Into a nosegay, with wise choice combined,
Thus the first art from Nature had its birth;
Into a garland then were nosegays twined,
And from the works that mortal hands had made,
A second, nobler art was now displayed.
The child of beauty, self-sufficient now,
That issued from your hands to perfect day,
Loses the chaplet that adorned its brow,
Soon as reality asserts its sway.
The column, yielding to proportion’s chains,
Must with its sisters join in friendly link,
The hero in the hero-band must sink,
The Muses’ harp peals forth its tuneful strains.

The wondering savages soon came
To view the new creation’s plan
“Behold!”–the joyous crowds exclaim,–
“Behold, all this is done by man!”
With jocund and more social aim
The minstrel’s lyre their awe awoke,
Telling of Titans, and of giant’s frays
And lion-slayers, turning, as he spoke,
Even into heroes those who heard his lays.
For the first time the soul feels joy,
By raptures blessed that calmer are,
That only greet it from afar,
That passions wild can ne’er destroy,
And that, when tasted, do not cloy.