9:

His worth, and once the life, his product, gained-
Roll away elsewhere, keep the strife sustained,
And show thus real, a thing the North but feigned,-

10.

When you acknowledge that one world could do
All the diverse work, old yet ever new,

Divide us, each from other, me from you,

11.

Why, where's the need of Temple, when the walls
O' the world are that? What use of swells and falls
From Levites' choir, Priests' cries, and trumpet-calls?

12.*

That one Face, far from vanish, rather grows,

Or decomposes but to recompose,

Become

my universe that feels and knows !

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MAT 250.8