THE PALACE OF ART.
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Then of the moral instinct would she prate,
And of the rising from the dead,
As hers by right of full-accomplish'd Fate;
And at the last she said:
"I take possession of man's mind and deed.
I live in all things great and small.
I sit apart holding no forms of creeds,
But contemplating all."
********Full oft the riddle of the painful earth
Flash'd thro' her as she sat alone,
Yet not the less held she her solemn mirth,
And intellectual throne.
Of full-sphered contemplation. So three years
She throve, but on the fourth she fell.
Like Herod, when the shout was in his ears,
Struck thro' with pangs of hell.
