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        But w,

        in heavn [ 160 ]

        Rise on the Sun,

        his flaming rode begin,

        Or S    course advance

        it spinning sleeps

        On    Axle, while she paces Eevn, [ 165 ]

        And beares t h Air along,

        Solliot ts ters hid,

        Leave to God above, him serve and feare;

        Of otures, as ,

        , let hou [ 170 ]

        In his Paradise

        And too high

        to knohere; be lowlie wise:

        t es thy being;

        Dream not of ot Creatures there [ 175 ]

        Live, in ate, ditiree,

        te th been reveald

        Not of Eart of    heavn.

        to w, replid.

        tisfid me, pure [ 180 ]

        Intelligence of heavn, Angel serene,

        And freed from intricacies, taugo live

        t s

        to interrupt t of Life, from which

        God h bid dwell farr off all anxious cares, [ 185 ]

        And not molest us, unless we our selves

        Seek ts, and notions vain.

        But apt to roave

        Und of her roaving is no end;

        till aught, she learne, [ 190 ]

        t not to kne of te

        From use, obscure and suttle, but to know

        t which before us lies in daily life,

        Is t is more, is fume,

        Or emptiness, or fond impertinence, [ 195 ]

        And renders us in t most e

        Unpractisd, unprepard, and still to seek.
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