The Microcosm

THE MICROCOSM .

Bright Microcosm of high celestial types,
World of rare form and color, quaint,
Instructive in eternal laws which bind
All creatures, — vield us now thy truth!

Bear us above the sordid things of time,
For one brief hour; and let us see above ,
Below, around this secret chamber, what
The Sages wrote upon the mystic tombs
That yawn in emptiness along the Nile.
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