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But sordid fouls are ever in distress,
To bless himself each must a second bless;
Then kindle on 'till he the world embrace,
And in love's Cæstus gird the human race.
Thus social grief can finer joys impart
Than the dull pleasures of a miser's heart:
Thus with more force can melancholy warm,
Than wild ambition's solitary charm.
And oh, just heav'n, what gift canst thou bestow,
What gem so precious as a tear for woe?
A tear more full of thee, oh pow'r divine,
Than all the dross that ripens in the mine!
To bless himself each must a second bless;
Then kindle on 'till he the world embrace,
And in love's Cæstus gird the human race.
Thus social grief can finer joys impart
Than the dull pleasures of a miser's heart:
Thus with more force can melancholy warm,
Than wild ambition's solitary charm.
And oh, just heav'n, what gift canst thou bestow,
What gem so precious as a tear for woe?
A tear more full of thee, oh pow'r divine,
Than all the dross that ripens in the mine!
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