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Iris Eve! The God hath passed Meath yon rocks uncouth and koary,

 But Prophet like, behind him cast The mantle of his glory:

 The clouds that caught his smiles, As he left his sapphire chamber,

 Begem the west, like ruby isles Afloat on seas of amber.