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Rh In every quarter something visible

Half seen or wholly, lost and found again,

Alternate progress and impediment,

And yet a growing prospect in the main.

Such pleasure now is mine, albeit forced,

Herein less happy than the Traveller,

To cast from time to time a painful look

Upon unwelcome things which unawares

Reveal themselves, not therefore is my heart

Depressed, nor does it fear what is to come;

But confident, enriched at every glance,

The more I see the more delight my mind

Receives, or by reflection can create:

Truth justifies herself, and as she dwells

With Hope, who would not follow where she leads?

Nor let me pass unheeded other loves