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   While your throne, ascending calmly,
    We, in heirdom of your soul,
   Flash the river, lift the palm-tree,
    The dilated ocean, roll
With the thoughts that throbbed within you—round the islands.

   Alp and torrent shall inherit
    Your significance of will:
   With the grandeur of your spirit,
    Shall our broad savannahs fill—
In our winds, your exultations shall be springing.
   Even your parlance which inveigles,
    By our rudeness, shall be won:
   Hearts poetic in our eagles,
    Shall beat up against the sun,
And pour downward, in articulate clear singing.

   Your bold speeches, our Behemoth,
    With his thunderous jaw, shall wield!
   Your high fancies shall our Mammoth
    Breathe sublimely up the shield
Of St. Michael, at God's throne, who waits to speed him
   Till the Heavens' smooth-grooved thunder
    Spinning back, shall leave them clear;
   And the angels, smiling wonder,
    With dropt looks from sphere to sphere,
Shall cry, "Ho, ye heirs of Adam! ye exceed him!"
 Adam. Root out thine eyes, sweet, from the dreary ground.
Beloved, we may be overcome by God,
But not by these.
 Eve.By God, perhaps, in these.
 Adam. I think, not so. Had God foredoomed despair,
He had not spoken hope. He may destroy,
Certes, but not deceive.
 Eve.Behold this rose!
I plucked it in our bower of Paradise