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80 Whoso walketh in solitude,

And inhabiteth the wood,

Choosing light, wave, rock, and bird,

Before the money-loving herd,

Into that forester shall pass,

From these companions, power and grace.

Clean shall he be, without, within,

From the old adhering sin.

Love shall he, but not adulate

The all-fair, the all-embracing Fate;

All ill dissolving in the light

Of his triumphant piercing sight.

Not vain, sour, nor frivolous;

Not mad, athirst, nor garrulous;

Grave, chaste, contented, though retired,

And of all other men desired.

On him the light of star and moon

Shall fall with purer radiance down;

All constellations of the sky

Shed their virtue through his eye.

Him Nature giveth for defence

His formidable innocence;