Only two attended, but a complete success, ending with:
Thus let thy power, which like the truth
Of nature on my passive youth
Descended, to my ownward life supply
Its calm - to one who worships thee,
And every form containing thee,
Whom, Spirit fair, thy spells did bind
To fear himself, and love all human kind.
Only two attended, but a complete success, ending with:
Shelley, Hymn to Intellectual Beauty