Still-born Silehou that art
Flood-gate of the deeper heart!
Offspring of a heavenly kind!
Frost o the mouth, and thaw o the mind!
Secrecys fident, and he
Who makes religion mystery!
Admirations speakingst tongue!
Leave, thy desert shades among,
Reveres hallowed cells,
Where retired devotion dwells!
With thy enthusiasms e,
Seize our tongues, and strike us dumb!*
[Footnote] * From " Poems of all sorts," by Richard Fleo, 1653.
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Reader, wouldst thou know what true pead quiet mean; wouldst thou find a refuge from the noises and clamours of the multitude; wouldst thou enjoy at once solitude and society; wouldst thou possess the depth of thy own spirit in stillness, without being shut out from the solatory faces of thy species; wouldst thou be alone, a apanied; solitary, yet not desolate; singular, yet not without some to keep thee in tenance; a unit in aggregate; a simple in posite : -- e with me into a Quakers Meeting.
Dost thou love silence deep as……（内容加载失败！）
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