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Sonnet. About Jesus. XI.

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The eye was shut in men; the hearing ear     Dull unto deafness; nought but earthly things     Had credence; and no highest art that flings     A spirit radiance from it, like the spear     Of the ice-pointed mountain, lifted clear     In the nigh sunrise, had made skyey springs     Of light in the clouds of dull imaginings:     Vain were the painter or the sculptor here.     Give man the listening heart, the seeing eye;     Give life; let sea-derived fountain well,     Within his spirit, infant waves, to tell     Of the far ocean-mysteries that lie     Silent upon the horizon,--evermore     Falling in voices on the human shore.

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