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2 "You look round on your mother earth,

"As if she for no purpose bore you;

"As if you were her first-born birth,

"And none had lived before you!"

One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake,

When life was sweet, I knew not why,

To me my good friend Matthew spake,

And thus I made reply.

"The eye it cannot chuse but see,

"We cannot bid the ear be still;

"Our bodies feel, where'er they be,

"Against, or with our will.

"Nor less I deem that there are powers

"Which of themselves our minds impress,

"That we can feed this mind of ours

"In a wise passiveness.