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33
SOLITUDE.
Therefore delight thy soul in Solitude,Feeding on peace; if solitude it be
To feel that million creatures, fair and good,
With gracious influences circle thee,—
To hear the mind's own music,—and to see
God's glorious world with eyes of gratitude,
Unwatch'd by vain intruders! let me shrink
From crowds, and prying faces, and the noise
Of men and merchandise; far nobler joys
Than chill Society's false hand hath given
Enrich my soul when left alone to think:
To think—alone?—ah no, not quite alone;
Save me from that,—cast out from Earth and Heaven,
A friendless, Godless, isolated One.
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