If in this world of breathing harm,
There lurk one universal charm,
One power, which, to no clime confin'd,
Sways either sex and every mind;
Which cheers the monarch on his throne;
The slave beneath the torrid zone;
The soldier rough, the letter'd sage,
And careless youth, and helpless age;
And all that live, and breathe, and move, --
'T is the pure kiss of infant love!
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