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18 O thou, whate'er thy awful name, Whose breath awak'd th' immortal flame That moves my active veins; Thou, who by fair affection's ties Hast doubled all my future joys, And half disarm'd my pains;

Let universal still, Clear as yon heav'n-reflecting rill, Preserve my open mind; Nor, nor man's crooked views, One mean or cruel doubt infuse To injure human kind.

ODE