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Rh And gladly blend with outward fellowship?

Why do they shine around me whom I love?

Why do they teach me, whom I thus revere?

Strange question, yet it answers not itself.

That humble Roof embowered among the trees,

That calm fireside, it is not even in them,

Blest as they are, to furnish a reply

That satisfies and ends in perfect rest.

Possessions have I that are solely mine,

Something within which yet is shared by none,

Not even the nearest to me and most dear,

Something which power and effort may impart;

I would impart it, I would spread it wide:

Immortal in the world which is to come—

Forgive me if I add another claim—

And would not wholly perish even in this,