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Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace / To look through and behind this mask of me, / (Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly, / With their rains,) and behold my soul's true face, / The dim and weary witness of life's race, - / Because thou hast the faith and love to see, / Through that same soul's distracting lethargy, / The patient angel waiting for a place / In the new Heavens,-because nor sin nor woe, / Nor God's infliction, nor death's neighbourhood, / Nor all which others viewing, turn to go, / Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed, - / Nothing repels thee,. Dearest, teach me so / To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good!