  Sweet scents, sweet sounds, sweet scenes! With all that intervenes In sweeter solemn silences profound,— Whereinto overflows, In forest, river, rose, Passionless being, beauty without bound. How deep the mind’s repose! The vagrant sea-breeze blows With kindred pulses through the fragrant shade; And sod and soul are blent In blest enfranchisement,— Prefiguring the end for all things made. For life and love, supreme Beyond the poet’s dream, Shall bear all being to its blissful goal; The wondrous word is true— "Lo! I make all things new;" The universe is ransomed with the soul!
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