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It is not from his form, in which we trace of Strength joined with beauty, dignity with grace, * That man, the matter of this globe, derives t His right of empire over all that lives.
TT That form indeed, the associate of a mind Vast in its powers, ethereal in its kind, That form, the labour of almighty skill, Framed for the service of a free-born will, Afferts precedence, and bespeaks control, But borrows all its grandeur from the soul. Hers is the ftate, the fplendour, and the throne, An intellectual kingdom, all her own. For her the memory fills her ample page With truths poured down from every dittant age;