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169 Or if the Mind turn inward 'tis perplexed,

Lost in a gloom of uninspired research;

Meanwhile, the Heart within the Heart, the seat

Where Peace and happy Consciousness should dwell,

On its own axis restlessly revolves,

Yet nowhere finds the cheering light of truth.

Upon the breast of new-created Earth

Man walked; and when and wheresoe'er he moved,

Alone or mated, Solitude was not.

He heard, upon the wind, the articulate Voice

Of God; and Angels to his sight appeared,

Crowning the glorious hills of Paradise;

Or through the groves gliding like morning mist

Enkindled by the sun. He sate—and talked

With winged Messengers; who daily brought

To his small Island in the etherial deep

Tidings of joy and love.—From these pure Heights

(Whether of actual vision, sensible

To sight and feeling, or that in this sort

Have condescendingly been shadowed forth

Communications spiritually maintained,

And Intuitions moral and divine)