That if thy face a star

Had shin'd from far,

I am persuaded in that state,

'Twixt thee and me,

Of some predestin'd sympathy.[50]

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For sure such two conspiring minds,

Which no accident, or sight,

Did thus unite;

Whom no distance can confine,

Start, or decline,

One for another were design'd.

FOOTNOTES:

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[49]

MS. We may suspect in the vast ring,

Which rolls those fiery spheres

Thro' years and years.

[50] MS. There would be perfect sympathy.

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