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Book I. Of age, commenting on prodigious things. For such the bounteous providence of heav'n, In every breast implanting this desire Of objects new and strange, to urge us on With unremitted labour to pursue Those sacred stores that wait the ripening soul, In truth's exhaustless bosom. What need words To paint its pow'r? For this, the daring youth Breaks from his weeping mother's anxious arms, In foreign climes to rove: the pensive sage, Heedless of sleep or midnight's harmful damp, Hangs