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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: