Good out of good--_that_ art is known to all--
But Genius from the bad the good can call--
Thou, mimic, not from leading strings escaped,
Work'st but the matter that's already shaped!
The already shaped a nobler hand awaits--
All matter asks a spirit that creates.

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THE MASTER.

The herd of Scribes by what they tell us
Show all in which their wits excel us;
But the true Master we behold
In what his art leaves--just untold!

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TO THE MYSTIC.

That is the real mystery which around
All life, is found;--
Which still before all eyes for aye has been,
Nor eye hath seen!

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