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Was I deceived, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
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Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould
Breathe such divine, enchanting ravishment?
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Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul
And lap it in Elysium.
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He that has light within his own clear breast
May sit i' th' center and enjoy bright day;
But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts
Benighted walks under the midday sun,
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How charming is divine philosophy!
Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.