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195 —For the Man,

Who, in this spirit, communes with the Forms

Of Nature, who with understanding heart,

Doth know and love, such Objects as excite

No morbid passions, no disquietude,

No vengeance, and no hatred, needs must feel

So deeply, that, unsatisfied with aught

Less pure and exquisite, he cannot choose

But seek for objects of a kindred love

In Fellow-natures, and a kindred joy.

Accordingly, he by degrees perceives

His feelings of aversion softened down;

A holy tenderness pervade his frame.

His sanity of reason not impaired,

Say rather, all his thoughts now flowing clear,

From a clear Fountain flowing, he looks round

And seeks for good; and finds the good he seeks:

Until abhorrence and contempt are things

He only knows by name; and, if he hear

From other mouths, the language which they speak,

He is compassionate; and has no thought,

No feeling, which can overcome his love.