Still-born Silence! thou that art

Flood-gate of the deeper heart!

Offspring of a heavenly kind!

Frost o the mouth, and thaw o the mind!

Secrecys confident, and he

Who makes religion mystery!

Admirations speakingst tongue!

Leave, thy desert shades among,

Reverend hermits hallowed cells,

Where retired devotion dwells!

With thy enthusiasms come,

Seize our tongues, and strike us dumb!*

[Footnote] * From " Poems of all sorts," by Richard Fleckno, 1653.

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Reader, wouldst thou know what true peace and 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 consolatory faces of thy species; wouldst thou be alone, and yet accompanied; solitary, yet not desolate; singular, yet not without some to keep thee in countenance; a unit in aggregate; a simple in composite : -- come with me into a Quakers Meeting.

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