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That each, who seems a separate whole, / Should move his rounds, and fusing all / The skirts of self again, should fall / Remerging in the general Soul,
Is faith as vague as all unsweet: / Eternal form shall still divide / The eternal soul from all beside; / And I shall know him when we meet: