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42 On lovely objects, and we wish to part

With all remembrance of a jarring world,

—Take we at once this one sufficient hope,

What need of more? that we shall neither droop

Nor pine for want of pleasure in the life

Scattered about us, nor through want of aught

That keeps in health the insatiable mind.

—That we shall have for knowledge and for love

Abundance, and that feeling as we do

How goodly, how exceeding fair, how pure

From all reproach is yon ethereal vault,

And this deep Vale, its earthly counterpart,

By which and under which we are enclosed

To breathe in peace; we shall moreover find

(If sound, and what we ought to be ourselves,

If rightly we observe and justly weigh)