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On the Statue of Pythagoras.
See there! who held that loos'd from breathless ManThe Soul thro endless Change of Being ran,
Now lives again to prove his Doctrine true,
In Form like that which won'dring Samos knew.
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Speaks the great lab'ring Something now within:
His Tongue too wou'd declare the rising Thought,
But deepest Meditation holds him Mute.
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