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Oh could thine art arrest the feeting sound, But since thy flagging piety decay'd,
And pain: the voice in magic numbers bound : And barter'd God's defence for human aid;
Could the warm sun,aserst whenleninon play'd, See their fair laurels wither on thy brow, 2
Wake with his risinz beam the vocal shade; Nor herbs nor healthful arts avail thee now,
Then might he draw th' attentive angels down, Norisllear 'n chang'd, apostate prince, butthou.)
Bending to hear the lay, so sweet, so like their No incan atonement does this lapse require ;
own.

But see the Son, you must forgive the Sire;
On either side the monarch's off-pring shine, He t, the just prince - with ev'ry virtue blest
And some adorn, and some disgrace their line. He reign'd, and goodness all the man possessid:
Here Ammon glories; proud incestuous lord ! round his throue fair happiness and peace
This band sustains the robe, and that thesword. Smooth'd ev'ry brow, and smil'd in ev'ry face.
Frowning and fierce, with laughly strides he' As when along the burning waste' he stray'd,
lors,

Where no pure streams in bubbling mazes play'd, And on his horrid brow definnce low'rs. Where drought incumbent on the thirsty ground There Absalou the ravish'd sceptre sways, |Longsincehadbreath'lherscorchingblastsaround, And his stolen honor all his slame displays: The prophet calls, th' obedient floods repair The base usurper Youth! wlio joins in one |To the parch'd fields, for Josaphat was there." The rebel subject and th' ungrateful son. The neii-springwaves, in manya gurgling vein,

Amid the royal race, see Naihan stand : Trickle luxurious through the sucking plain; Fervent he seeins to speak, and lift his hand; Fresh honors the reviving fields adorn, His looks th' emotion of his soul disclose, | And o'er the desart plenty pours her horn. And eloquence froin er'ry gesture Hows. So, from the throne his influence he sheds, Such, and so stern le came, ordaind to bring and bids the virtues raise their languid heads : Th' ungrateful mandate to the guilty King : Where'er he gocs, attending Truth prevails, When, at his dreadful voice a sudden smart Oppression fies, and justice lifts her scales. Shot thro' the trembling monarch's conscious See, on his arm the royal cagle stand, heart,

Great type of conquest' and supreme command ; From his own lips condemn’d; sévere decree! Th' exulting bird distinguish'd triumph brings, Had his God prov'd so stern a Juge as lle, And greets the Monarch with expanded wings. But man bv frailty is allied by birth:

Fierce Moals's sons prevent th' impending blow,
Consuninale purity ne'er delt on earth Rush on themselves, and fall without the foe.
Thro' all the soul tho' virtue holds the rein, The pious hero vanquish'd Heaven by pray'r;
Beats at the heart, and springs in ev'ry vein, Ilis faith an army, and his vows a war.
Yet ever from the clearest source have ran Thee too, Ozias, fates indulgent bless'd,
Some gross alloy, some tincture of the man. And thy days shone in fairest actions drest :

But who is he deep musing ? in his mind, Till that rash hand, by some blind phrenzy
He seems to weigh in reason's scales mankind ; sway'd,
Fox'd contemplation holds his steady eres - Unclean, the sacred office durst invade.
I know the sage", the wisest of the wise, Quick o'er thy limbs the scurfy venom ran,
Blost with all man could wish, or prince obtain, And hoary filih besprinkled all the man.
Yerhis great heart pronounc'dthose blessingsvain. Transmissive worili adorns the pious S Son,
And lo! bright glittering in his sacred hands, | The father's virtues with the father's throne.
In miniature the glorious temple stands. Lo! there be stands : he who the rage subdued
Effulgent frame! stupendous to behold! Of Animon's sons, and drench'd his sword in
Gold the strongvalves, the roof of burnish d gold. blood.
The wand'ringark, in that bright domeenshrin'd, And dost thou, Ahaz, Judah's scourge, disgrace
Spreads the strong light, eternal, unconfin'd, With thy base front the glories of thy race?
Above th' unuuerable glory plays,

2 See the vile king his iron sceptre bear -Presence divine! and the full-streaming rays His only praise attends the pious || Heir; Pour thro' reluctant clouds intolerable blaze.) He, in whose soul the virtues all conspire,

But stern oppression rends Reboam's reign; The best good son from the worst wicked sire.
Sec the gay prince, injurious, proud, and vain! And lo! in Hezekiah's golden reign,
Th imperial sceptre touters in his hand, |Long exil'd piety returns again;
And proud rebellion triumphs in the land, Again in genuine purity she shines,
Curs'd with corruption's ever-fruitful spring, And with her presence gilds the long-neglected
A beardless Senate, and a haughty King.

shrines.
There Asa, good and great, the sceptre bears, Ill-starr'd does proud Assyria's impious | Lord.
Juizlice attends his peace, success his wars; Bid Heav'n toarms, and vaunt his dreadfulsword;
While virtue was hissword, andHeav'nhis shield, His own vain threatsth'insulting Kingo'erthrow,
Without control the warrior swept the field; But breathe new courage on the gen'rous foc.
Loaded with spoils, triumphant he return'd, Th'avenging Angel, by divine command,
And half her swarthy song sad Ethiopia mournd.'The fiery sword full-blazing in his hand.
Solomon. Josaphat Elisha. Jothiam. || Hezekiah. Sennacherib.

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Leantdownfromheaven:amidthestormherode, 1 Sce where mani's voluntary sacrifice
March'd Pestilence before him; as he trud, Bous his mech licad, and God eicroul dies!
Pale Desolation batlı'd his steps in blood. ) Fix'd to the Cross his healing arms are bound,
Thick wrap in night, thro'theproudhosthepas'd, While copious Miercy streamis (rons cury wouud.
I)ispensing death, and drove ine furious blast; Mark the blood-drops that life exhaustilig roll,
Nor bade Destruction give her revels o'er yore. And the strong pangtbat rends the stubborn soul,
Till the gorgd word was drunk with huinan is all death's cortures, with severe delay,
But what avails thee, pious prince, in vain Exult and riot in the noblest prey!
Thy sceptre rescu'd, and th' Assyrian slain ? And canst thou, stupid inan, those sorrows se,
E'en now the soul maintains her latest strife, Vorshare the anguish which he bears for thee?
And death's chill grasp congeals the fountof life Thy sin, for which bis sacred flesh is torn,
Yet see, kind Heaven renews thv briule thread, Points ev'ry nail, and sharpens ev'ry thorn.
And rolls full fifteen sunniers o'er thy head; (anst thou:-while nature smartsiner ry wound,
Lo! the receding sun repeats his way,

and each pang cleaves the sympathe:ic around! And, like thy life, prolongs the falling day. Lo! the black-m, his chariot backward driver, 'Tho' nature her inverted course forego,

Bloes out the day, and perishes from Heav'n! The day forget to rest, the time to fiou, Karthi, trembling from her entrails, bears a part; Yet shall Jehovah's servants stand secure, Andthe rent rock upbraids man's stubbornheiri. His mercy fixid, eternal shall endure:

The yawning grave reveals bis gloomy reign, On them her ever-healing raps shall shine; | And the cold clar-clad dead stari into life again. More mildand bright, and sure, Osun! than thine. And thou, o joinb, once more shalt wide disAt length the long-expected Prince behold, Thy satiate jaws, and give up all the prey. (play 'The last good King; in antient days foretold, Thou,groaningearth,shalllcave,absorpiinflame, When Bethel's altar spoke his future fame, As the last pangs convulse thy lab'ring frame; Rent to its base, at good Josial's name.

Then the sane God unshrouded thou shalt see, Blest happy prince! o'er whose lamented urn, Wrapt in full blaze of pow'r and majesty, In plaintive song, all Judah's daughters mourn ; Ride on the clouds; whilst, as his chariot fies, For whom su Sion's softest sorrow Aows, The bright effusion strcams thro'all the skies. And Jeremial pours his sweet includious woes. Then shall the prourl dissolving mountains glow,

But now fallen Sion, once the fair and great, And vidding rocks in fiery rivers flow : Sirs deep in dust, abandon'd, desolate :

The inollen deluge round the globe shall roar, Bleeds her sad heart, and ever stream her eyes, And all man's aris and labor be no more. And anguish tears her with convulsive sighis. Then shall the splendors of thi' enliven'd glass The mournful captive sprcalls her hands in vain, Sink undistinguished in the burning mass. Her hands, thai tankle with the servile chain; And oh! will earth and seas, and heaven decady, Till he*, great chief, in licav'n's appointed time, Ne'er may that fair creation fade awar; sare, Leads back her children to their native clime. Nay winds and storms those beauteous colors Fair liberty revives with all her joys,

Still may they bloom, as permanent as fair ; Aud bids her envied walls securely rise, | All the vain raye of wasting time repel, (well, And thu, great hallow'd done, in ruin spread, And his tribunal sec, whose Cross they paint sa Again shall lift sublime thy sacred head. But, ah! with weeping cyos, the anticnts view A faint resemblance of the old in yon. No more th' effulgent glory of thy God

$313. Death Emily. Speaks awful ansivers from the mystic cloud; The festive roar of laughter, the warın glow No more thine altars blaze with fire divine; Of brisk-eved joy, and friends lup's genui And Hearen has left thy solitary shrine.

bowl, Yet, in the courts, hereafies shalt thou sec, 2 Wit's season't converse, and the liberal How Presence iinmaliate of the Deity, (Thee. Of unsuspicious youth, projuse of soul, Thelight himself reveal'd, the Couconfess'din Delight not ever ; froin the boisterous scene

And now at length the faced term of years ! Of riot far, and Comus' wild uproar, The world's desire huse brought, and lo! the From folly's crowd, whose vacant brow serene God appears.

1 Was never knit to wisdom's frowning lore, The heavenly Babe the Virgin Mother bears, Pernut me, ye time-hallow'd domes, ye piles And her fond looks contess d the parent's cares;] Of rude magnificence, your solemını rest, The pleasing burthen on her breast she lays Amid sour frelied vaults and length'ning aisles Hanzs o'er his charms, and with a smile sur-1 Lonely to wander; no unholy guest Theinfantsmiles, to her fund bosom presi, (veys: That means to break, with sacrilegious tread, And wantons, sportive, on the mother': breast. The marble slumbers of your monumented A radiant glory speaks him all Divine,

dead. And in the Child the beams of Godhead shine.

Permit me, with sad inusings, that inspire But now, alas ! far other views disclose

Unlabor'd numbers apt, your silence drear The blackest comprehensive scene of wocs. Blameless to wake, and with the Orphean lyre, Zorobabel.

Fitly attemper'd, sooth the merciless ear

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Or llades, and stern death, whose iron-sway (These now are past; long, long, ye fleeting years, Great nature owns thro' all her wide do- Pursue, with glory wing'd your fated way, ' "main;

Ere from the womb of time unwelcome peers,

The dawn of that inevitable clay, (friend Through the green bosom of the spawny When wrapt in shrouded clay, their warmest Main;

The widow'd virtues shall again deplore, And those that to the streaming ether spread, When o'er his urn in pious grief shall bend

In many a wheeling glide, their feathery sail; His Britain, and bewail one patriot more; Audthose that creep, and ihose that statelicriread, For soon must thou, too soon! who spread'st

That roan o'er forest, hill, or browsy dale ; | Thy beaming emanations unconfin'd, fabroad The victimis each of ruthless fate must fall; Doom'd like some better angel sent of God Een God's own image, man, high paramount To scatter blessings over human kind, of all.

Thou too must fall, 0 Pitt! to shine no more, And ye, the young, the giddy, and the gay,

And tread these dreadful paths a Faulkland
That startle from the sleepful lid of light ... trod before.
The curtain'd rest, and with the dissonant bray Fast to the driving winds the marshall'd clouds

Of Bacchus, and loud jollity, affright
Yon radiant goddess, that now shoots among

Sweep discontinuous o'er th' ethereal plain!

Another still upon another crowds; These many-window'd aisles her glimmering All hastening downward to their native main. beam ;

Thus passes o'er, thro' varied life's career, Know, that or ere its starr'd career along (team,

Sil Man's fleeting age; the Seasons, as they fly, Thrice shall have rollid her silver-wheeled s

Snatch from us in their course, year after year, Some parent breast may heave the answering Some sweet connexion, some endearing tie, sigh

The parent, ever-honord; ever-dear, To the slow pauses of the funeral knell;

Claims from the filial breast the pious sigh; Een now black Atropos, with scowling eye,

A brother's urn demands the kindred tear, Roars in the laugh, and revels o'er the bowl;

| And gentle sorrows gush from friendship's Een nuw in rosy crowned plcasure's wreath

| To-day we frolic in the rosy bloom
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1. Tor jocund youth--the morrow knells us to the Know, on the stealing wing of time shall flee

tomb. Some few, some short-liv'd years, and all is

Who knows how soon in this sepulchral spot A future bard these awful domes may see,

Shall heav'n to me the drear abode assign? Muse o'er the present age, as I the last; | How soon the past irrevocable lot Who moullering in the grave, yet once like you Of those that rest beneath me shall be mine?

The various inaze of life were seen to tread, Haply when Zephyr to thy native bourn (wave, Earh bent their own peculiar to pursue, I Shall waft theci o'er the storin'd Hibernian

As custom urg'd, or wilful nature led : Thy gentle breast, my Tavistock, shall mourn Mix'd with the various crowd's iuglorious clay, To find me sleeping in the senscless grave.

The nobler virtues undistinguish'd lie; No more the social leisure to divide, No more to melt with beauty's heai en-born ray, In the sweet intercourse of soul and soul. No more io wet compassion's tearful eye,

Blithe, or of graver brow; no more to chide Caich from the poet raptures not their own,

The ling'ring years impatient as they roll, And feel the thrilling melody of sweet renown. Till all thy cultur'd virtues shall display, Where is the master-hand, whose semblant art

Full-blossomd, iheir bright honors to the Chiseld the marble into life, or tauglit

gazing day. From the well-pencil'd portraiture to start JAh, dearest youth! these vows perhaps unheard The nerve that beat with soul, the brow that The rude wind scatters o'er the billowy inain: thought?

These prayers at friendship's holy shrine preCold are the fingers that in stonc-fixt trance

ferr'd The mute attention riveting, to the lyre 1 May rise to grasp their father's knees in vain. Struck language : dimm'd the poet's quick- Soon, soon may nod the sad funereal plume eyed glance,

| With solenn horror o'er thy timeless hearse, All in wild raptures flashing heaven's own And I survive to grave upon thy toinb Shrunk is the sinew'd energy, that strung [fire; The mournful iribute of memorial verse.

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Higher than yet a parent's wishes flew, . Whilom that heav'd impassion'd? where the To soar in bright pre-eminence, and shine tongue

With self-earna honors, eager to pursue That lanc'd its lightning on the tow'ring / Where glory, with her clear unsullied rays, . Of sceptred insolence, and overthrew (crest The well-born spirit lights to deeds of mightiest Giant Oppression, leagued with all her earth

praise, born crew!

'Twas she thy godlike Russel's bosom steelid The dog hydrophoby; and near allied

With confidence untan’d, in his last breatla Scar'd madness, with her moon-struck eyeballs Stern-smiling. She with calm composure, held staring wide.

The patriot axe of Sidney, edy'd with death. There, stretciid one huge, beneath the rocky Smit with the warmth of her impulsive Hamne,

minet, Wolle's gallant virtue Hies to worlds afar, With boiling sulphur fraught, and smouldering Einulous to pluck fresh wreaths of well-carn'd He, the dread delegate of wrath divine, fires : fame

. [war. Ere while that stood o'er Taio's hundred spires From the grim frowning brow of laurelld Vindictive; thrice he ward th' earth-shaking. 'Twas she thai, on the morn of direful birth,

wand, Bard thy young boson to the fatal blow, | Powerful as that the son of Amram bore, Lamented Armytage ! the bleeding youth! And thrice he rais'd, and thrice he check'd his O bathe him in the pearly cares below,

hand. Ye Nereids! and ye Nymphs of Camus boar, He struck the rocking ground, with thun. l'ecp -- for ye oft have seen him on your derous roar, haunted shore.

Yawn'd! Here from street to street hurries, and Better to die with glory than recline

there On the soli lap of ignominious peace,

Now runs, now stops, then shricks and scours Than vawn on the dull droniug life supine

Staring distraciion : many a palace fair samain, In monkish apathy and gowned casc.

With inillions sinks inguiph'd, and pillard Better employ'd in honor's bright career

fanc. The least division on the dial's round,

Old ocean's farthest waves confess the shock; Than thrice to compass Saturn's live-long year, Even Alhion trenbicd conscious on his stedfast

Grown old in sloth, the burthen of the ground, rock.
Than tug with sweating toil the slavish oar The meagre famine there, and drink with blood
Of unredeem'd affliction, and sustain

Stern war; and the loath'd monster whom of The fev'rous rage of fierce diseases core

Theslimy Naiad of the Memphiap food yore Unnumber'd, that in sympathatic chain Engend'ring, to the bright-hairdPhæbusbore, Hang ever thro' the thick circumfluous air, | Foul pestilence that on the wide-stretch'd wings All from the drizzly verge of yonder star-girt Of conimerce speeds from Cairo's swarthy bay sphere.

His westering flight, and thro'the sick air flings Thick in the many-beaten road of life

Spotted contagion; at his heels dismay A thousand inaladies are posted round,

And desolation urge their fire-whceld yoke With wreiched man to wage eternal strife

Terrible; as long of old, when from the height Unseen, like ambush'd Indians, tillthey wound,

Of Paran came unwreath'd the mightiest, shook There the swolu hydrop stands,the wat'ry rheum,

Earth's firm-fixt base tolt'ring; thro' the

black night The northern scurvy, blotch with lep'rous

(abroad And moping ever in the cloister'd gloom [scale;}

Glanc'd the flash'd lightnings: heaven's rent roof Of learned sloth, and bookish asthma Vale: 'Thunderd; and universal nature felt its God, And the shunnid hag unsightly, that ordain'd| Who on that scene of terror, on that hour

On Europe's sons to wreak the faithless sword Of rous'd indignation shall withstand Of Cortez, with the blood of millions stain'!) Th' Almighty, when he meditates to show's O'er dog.eyed lust the tort'ring scourge The bursting vengeance n'er a guilty land: abhorrid

Canst thou, secure in reason's vaunted pride, (gore Shakes threat'ning, since the while she wing'd! Tongne-doubiy miscreant, who but now didst her fiiglit

With more than Hebrew rage the innocent side From Amazon's broad wave, and Andes' snow- Of agonizing mercy, bleeding sore clad height.

Canst thou confront, with stedfast eye unaw'd, Where the wan daughter of the yellow rear,

The sworded judgement stalking tar and near? The chatt'ring ague chill; the writhing stone;

Well may'st thou tremble, when an injur'd God, And he of ghastly feature, on whose ear

| Disclaims thee--guilt is ever quick of fear Unleeded croaks the death-bird's warning

Loud whirlwinds howl in zephyr's softest breath, moan,

| And every glancing meteor glares imagin'd death. Iarasmus; knotty gout; and the dead life The good alonc are fearless; they alone,

Of nerveless palsy; there, on purpose fell Firm and collected in their virtue, brave Dark brooding, whets his interdicted knife Thewreck of worlds, and look unshrinking down

Grim suicide, the damned fiend of hell. On the dread yawnings of the ravenous grave : There too is the stunn'd apoplexy pight", [foul: Thrice happy who, the blameless road along

The bloated child of gorg d intcmperance Of honest praise, hath reach'd the valeof death! Self-wasting mclancholy, black as night showi| Around him, like ministrant cherubs, trong

Low'ring; and foaming fierce wiih hideous! His better actions, to the parting breath

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Singing Singing their best requiems : he the while Who still, rou see, impatient to obtain

Gently reposing on some friendly breast, Knowledge immense (so Nature's laws ordain) Breathes out his benisons; then with a smile Eviu now, tho' fetter'd in corporeal clay, )

Of soft complacence lays him down to rest, Climbs step by step the prospect to survey, Calmas the sluinb'ring infant: from the goal And seeks unwearied Truth's eternal ray: ) Free and unbounded flies the disembodied soul. No fleeting joys she asks which must depend Whether some delegated charge below. I claim: On the frail senses, and with thein must ead; Some much-lov'd friend its hovering care inay

:|But such as suis her own immortal fame, Whether it heaveaward soars again to know

"?? | Free from all change, eternally the same. That long-forgotten country, whence it came;

Take courage, then, these joys we shall attain; Conjecture ever, the misfeatur'd child

| Almighty wisdom neres acts in vain : Of letter'd arrogance, delights to run

Nor shall the soul, on which it has bestow'd Thro' speculation's puzzling mazes wild,

Such pow'rs, c'er perish like an earthly clod; And all to end at last where it begun.

But purg'darlength fromfoulcorruption'sstain, Fam would we trace with reason's erring clue,

Freed from her prison, andunbound herchain, l. The darksome paths of destiny aright;

She shall ber native strength and native skies In vain; the task were easier to pursue

regain ; 'Phe trackless wheelings ofiberglow isfish To heav'n an olil inhabitant return, . From afortal ken himself the Almighty shirokids. And draw pectareous streams froin truth's per-' Pavilion'd in thick night and circumambient

petual urn. clouds.

Whilst life remains, (if life it can be call'd

T" exist in fleshly bondage thus enthralld), 6314. On the Immortality of the Soul. S.Jenyns. ! 'Tir'd with the dull pursuit of worldly things, Translated from the Latin of Is. H. Browne. The soul scarce wakes, or opes her gladsome BOOK I.

Yet still the godlike exile in disgrace (wings, To all inferior animals ’tis given

Retains some marks of her celestial race; To enjoy the state allotted them by Heav'n; Eke whence from mem'ry's store can she produce No vain researches e'er disturb their rest, Such various thoughts, or range them so for use? No fears of dark futurity molest.

| Can matter these contain, dispose, apply? 2 Man, only Man, solicitous to know

Can in her cell such mighty treasures lie? E The springs whence Nature's operations flow. Or can hier native force produce them to the eye?) Plods thro' a dreary waste with toil and pain,“ | Whence is this pow'r, this foundress of all arts, And reasons, hopes and thinks, and lives in vain; Serving, adorning life, thro' all its parts; For sable Death still hov'ring o'er his head,

Which names impos’d, by letters mark'd those Cuts short his progress with his vital thread.

names, Wherefore, since Nature errs not, do we find 2 | Adjusted properly by legal claims, These seeds of Science in the human mind, ! From woods and wilds collected rude mankind, If no congenial fruits are predesign'l?

And cities, laws, and governments design'd ? For what avails to man this pow'r to roain What can this be, but some bright rayfroin heav'n, Thro' ages past, and ages yet ) come,

Some emanation froin Omniscience giv'n? Texplore new worlds o'er all th' ethereal way,

When now the rapid stream of eloquence Chain'd to a spot, and living but a day? Since all must perish in one conmon grave,

|Bears all before it, passion, reason, seuse, or can these long laborious searches save,

(Can its dread thunder, or its lightning's force Were it not wiser far, supinely laid, .

Derive their essence from a mortal source? To sport with Phillis in the noontide shade?

What think you of the bard's enchanting art, Or ai thy jorial festivals appear,

il bich, whether he attempts to warm the heart Great Bacchus, who alone the soul can clear

(With fabled scenes, or charm the ear with rhyme, Froin all that it has felt, and all that it can fear?)

Breathes all pathetic, lovely, and sublime?

Whilst things on earth rollround from age to age, Cone on then, let us feast; let Chloe sing, | The same dull farce repeated on the stage, And soft Nerra touch the trembling string; The poet gives us a creation new, Enjoy the present hour, nor seek to know More pleasing and more perfect than the true; What good or ill to-morrow may bestow. The mind, who always to perfection hastes, But these delights soon pall upon the taste; | Perfection such as here she never tastes, Let's try then if more serious cannot last : With gratitude accepts the kind deceit, Wealth let us heap on wealth, or fame pursue, And thience forescos a system more complete. Le power and glory be our points in view; Ofthose what think you, who the circling race) In courts, in camps, in senates let us live : of suns and their revolving planets trace, Our levees crowdel like the buzzing hive: And comets journeying throunbounded space?) Farh weak attempt the same sad lesson brings! Savcan you doubt, but that the all-searching soul, Alas! what ranity in human things !

That now can traverse heaven from pole to pole, What means then shall we try? where hope to From thence descending, visits but this carth, A friendly harbour for the restless mind? (find and shallonce inore regainthe regions of herbirth?

Could

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