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Sweet soul! do with me as thou wilt; I lull a fancy trouble-tost With ‘Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.'
And in that solace can I sing, Till out of painful phases wrought There flutters up a happy thought, Self-balanced on a lightsome wing: