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The Solitary lifted toward[342] the hills
A kindling eye:—accordant feelings rushed
Into my bosom, whence these words broke forth:[343]
"Oh! what a joy it were, in vigorous health,
To have a body (this our vital frame
With shrinking sensibility endued,
And all the nice regards of flesh and blood)
And to the elements surrender it
As if it were a spirit!—How divine,