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They could be harmed by touch of time,

But still, as in that perfect prime,

Must flourish unremoved and free,

Or as they then appeared to me,

A newer and more glorious birth,

A city of that other earth,

That Earth which is to be.

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SONNET.

What good soever in thy heart or mind

What

Doth yet no higher source nor fountain own

Than thine own self, nor bow to other throne—

Suspect and fear—although therein thou find

High purpose to go forth and bless thy kind,

Or in the awful temple of thy soul

To worship what is loveliest, and controul

The ill within, and by strong laws to bind.

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