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166 With brotherly resemblance. Turn your steps

Wherever fancy leads, by day by night

Are various engines working, not the same

As those by which your soul in youth was moved,

But by the great Artificer endued

With no inferior power. You dwell alone;

You walk, you live, you speculate alone;

Yet doth Remembrance, like a sovereign Prince,

For you a stately gallery maintain

Of gay or tragic pictures. You have seen,

Have acted, suffered, travelled far, observed

With no incurious eye; and books are your's,

Within whose silent chambers treasure lies

Preserved from age to age; more precious far

Than that accumulated store of gold

And orient gems, Which for a day of need

The Sultan hides within ancestral tombs.

These hoards of truth you can unlock at will:

And music waits upon your skilful touch,—

Sounds which the wandering Shepherd from these Heights

Hears, and forgets his purpose;—furnished thus

How can you droop, if willing to be raised?

A piteous lot it were to flee from Man—

Yet not rejoice in Nature. He—whose hours