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LXVIII.

We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show;

This quatrain is translated from O. 108.

This vault of heaven beneath which we stand bewildered, We know to be a sort of magic-lantern:[73] Know thou that the sun is the flame and the universe is the lamp, We are like figures that revolve in it.

_Ref._: O. 108, C. 332, L. 505, B. 501, S.P. 266, P. 40, B. ii. 356, P. iv. 34.--W. 310, N. 267, E.C. 28, de T. 10, V. 545.