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ATTRACTION.
Gentle, but generous, modest, pure, and learnéd,Ready to hear the fool, or teach the wise,
With gracious heart that all within him burnéd
To wipe the tears from virtue's blessed eyes,
Such an one, like a God, have I discernéd
Walking in goodness this polluted earth,
And cannot choose but love him: to my soul
Sway'd irresistibly with sweet control,
So rare and noble seems thy precious worth,
That the young fibres of my happier heart,
Like tendrils to the sun, are stretching forth
To twine around thy fragrant excellence,
O child of love:—so dear to me thou art,
So coveted by me thy good influence!
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