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Rh Their unspent beauty of surprise,

And, when it lists him, waken can

Brute or savage into man;

Or, if in thy heart he shine,

Blends the starry fates with thine,

Draws angels nigh to dwell with thee,

And makes thy thoughts archangels be;

Freedom's secret wilt thou know?—

Counsel not with flesh and blood;

Loiter not for cloak or food;

Right thou feelest, rush to do.'