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MansoulBook IAs chanced I sate on terrace of an house,In summer season, after sickness past:And fell, surprised my sense, into deep trance:Wherein meseemed, much musing in my thought;I cogitations heard, of many hearts;That came and went, in Mantowns market-place,Whereon I looked. And in my spirit I asked;What were indeed right paths of a man's feet;That lacking light, wont stumble in Worlds murk.One called and I beheld in looking up,Of divine stature, Britains Foster-Muse!With eyes of living light, as stars of God.The same was she I saw, which erst me taught,Mongst Colin's crew, to sound a tuneful reed,On Alban's hills, amongst my herding feres.Her blissful Voice, anew me bade to rise,
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