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"None is in his eyes the meanest--He whose limbs are lame and palsied,He whose soul is wildly riven,Worn with sorrow, hopeless, helpless,Be he Brahmin, be he Pariah,If tow'rd heaven he turns his gaze,Will perceive, will learn to know it:Thousand eyes are glowing yonder,Thousand ears are calmly list'ning,From which nought below is hid.

Ivy circles thy slenderForm so graceful and godlike.How ye rise on highFrom the ruins,Column-pairAnd thou, their lonely sister yonder,--How thou,Dusky moss upon thy sacred head,--Lookest down in mournful majestyOn thy brethren's figuresLying scatter'dAt thy feet!In the shadow of the brambleEarth and rubbish veil them,Lofty grass is waving o'er themIs it thus thou, Nature, prizestThy great masterpiece's masterpiece?Carelessly destroyest thouThine own sanctuary,Sowing thistles there?