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HE IS LED BY LOVE TO REASON.
No wearied mariner to port e'er fled / From the dark billow, when some tempest's nigh, / As from tumultuous gloomy thoughts I fly -- / Thoughts by the force of goading passion bred: / Nor wrathful glance of heaven so surely sped / Destruction to man's sight, as does that eye / Within whose bright black orb Love's Deity / Sharpens each dart, and tips with gold its head.