There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feat of reason and the flow of soul. — Alexander Pope
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feat of reason and the flow of soul. — Alexander Pope
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feat of reason and the flow of soul. — Alexander Pope
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feat of reason and the flow of soul. — Alexander Pope
There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feat of reason and the flow of soul. — Alexander Pope
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There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feat of reason and the flow of soul.

— Alexander Pope
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