by Peter Saint-Andre

The moral world is also round
And has its varied continents;
What makes a soul or body sound
Is found through wide experiments.

The temper of your local shores
And pleasures of your nearest sands
Much differ from the far Azores
And what is prized in distant lands.

So slip the moorings: set your course
For explorations far from home;
Try many ways without remorse
And find your treasures as you roam.

(cf. The Joyful Learning, ยง289)

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