‘ A new commandment,’ said the smiling Muse,
‘ I give my darling son, Thou shalt not preach;’ —
Luther, Fox, Behmen, Swedenborg, grew pale,
And, on the instant, rosier clouds upbore
Hafiz and Shakspeare with their shining choirs.
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