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86 One movement governs the consenting throng, And all at once with rosy pleasure shine, Or all are sadden'd with the glooms of care. 'Twas thus, if ancient fame the truth unfold, Two faithful needles, from th' informing touch Of the same parent-stone, together drew Its mystic virtue, and at first conspir'd With fatal impulse quivering to the pole; Then, tho' disjoin'd by kingdoms, tho' the main Rowl'd its broad surge betwixt, and diff'rent stars Beheld their wakeful motions, yet preserv'd The former friendship, and remember'd still The alliance of their birth: whate'er the line Which one possess'd, nor pause, nor quiet knew The sure associate, ere with trembling speed He found its path and fix'd unerring there. Such is the secret union, when we feel A song, a flow'r, a name, at once restore Those long-connected scenes where first they mov'd Th' attention; backward thro' her mazy walks Guiding the wanton fancy to her scope, To temples, courts or fields; with all the band Of painted forms, of passions and designs Attendant: whence, if pleasing in itself, The