Part 5 (1/2)

Co soul-tints In his fine unconscious eye-- Co Godheads lie;

Co All of Heaven in a sound-- Call him man or rapt musician, Neither yet is wholly bound

Coain, Finds another golden pigment In thesoul-strings, Lo! the sculptor dreaed spirit In his blue s, Lo! the olden concord In the silence of his brain

There again the Bard of Avon, Music na to a raptured eon All that life and death engirds

There is Shelly, dia still a rarer lustre, Sweeter ever than his want

There is fra

Browning croith highest heaven Ruling all of right and wrong

There is Mifflin toying jewels, His owndreaht

There is Car all theall her soul is worth

Goethe arm in arm with Hauptman In the vine-clad hills of Rhine, Hushed to catch the siian Pine

All the Kings of dainty fancy, All the Kings of s of right and wrong,

All the Kings of all the kingdo on the swards of dreaes can not bind apart

Thus the world is recreated With the Supereant, All of fullness and of prime

Thus the world is recreated With the Super oars on crystal streams

Silver lakes, and cool savannahs, Mirrored in the blue clad hills, Dreaed, di not a dear co not the yester years, Thus the world is recreated, And the ring'd horizon clears

And I turn again to April, Maiden princess of the south; Lo! the secret now has blossomed To a white rose at her mouth

TO A MOCKING BIRD

A Rhapsody