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26 Does, then, a deep and earnest thought the blissful mind employ

Of him who gazes, or has gazed? a grave and steady joy,

That doth reject all shew of pride, admits no outward sign,

Because not of this noisy world, but silent and divine!

Whatever be the cause, 'tis sure that they who pry and pore

Seem to meet with little gain, seem less happy than before:

One after One they take their turns, nor have I one espied

That doth not slacky go away, as if dissatisfied.