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/ I. What though the soul be tired / For that to which 'twas fired, / The far, dear, still desired, / Beyond the heaven's scope; / Beyond us and above us, / The thing we would have love us, / That will know nothing of us, / But only bids us hope.
/ II. It still behooves us ever / From loving ne'er to sever, / To love it though it never / Reciprocate our care; / For love, when freely given, / Lets in soft hints of heaven / In memories that leaven / Black humors of despair.