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o | A nu aboue wherein appear enshrined Thy hopes of immortality; and thou Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined, See thy God face to face, as thou dost now His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.
CLVI. Thou movest, but increasing with the advance, Like climbing some great Alp, which still doth rise, Deceived by its gigantic elegance; Vastness which grows, but grows to harmonise— All musical in its immensities; Rich marbles, richer painting—shrines where flame The lamps of gold—and haughty dome which vies In air with Earth's chief structures, though their frame
Sits on the firm-set ground, and this the clouds must
Thou seest not all; but piecemeal thou must break, To separate contemplation, the great whole; And as the ocean many bays will make That ask the eye—so here condense thy soul To more immediate objects, and control Thy thoughts until thy mind hath got by heart Its eloquent proportions, and unroll In mighty graduations, part by part, The glory which at once upon thee did not dart,
Not by its fault—but thine: Our outward sense
Then pause, and be enlighten’d ; there is more
What former time, nor skill, nor thought could plan;
The fountain of sublimity displays
Or, turning to the Vatican, go see
Or view the Lord of the unerring bow,
Developing in that one glance the Deity.