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Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt

In solitude, where we are least alone;

A truth, which through our being then doth melt,

And purifies from self: it is a tone,

The soul and source of Music, which makes known

Eternal harmony, and sheds a charm

Like to the fabled Cytherea's zone,

Binding all things with beauty;—'twould disarm

The spectre Death, had he substantial power to harm.

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Not vainly did the early Persian make

His altar the high places, and the peak