Chapter 25 No.25

O natural force in spirit and sense, that art

One thing in all things, fruit of thine own fruit,

O thought illimitable and infinite heart

Whose blood is life in limbs indissolute

That still keeps hurtless thine invisible part

And inextirpable thy viewless root

Whence all sweet shafts of green and each thy dart

Of sharpening lea

            
            

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