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Behold this needle when the arctic stone
Has touched it, how it trembles up and down;
Hunts for the Pole, and cannot be possessed
Of peace until it find that point, and rest:

Such is the heart of man, which when it hath
Attained the virtue of a lively faith,
It finds no rest on earth, makes no abode,
In any object but his heaven, his God.
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