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HE THANKS HER THAT FROM TIME TO TIME SHE RETURNS TO CONSOLE HIM WITH HER / PRESENCE.
O blessed spirit! who dost oft return, / Ministering comfort to my nights of woe, / From eyes which Death, relenting in his blow, / Has lit with all the lustres of the morn: / How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn / O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw! / Thus do I seem again to trace below / Thy beauties, hovering o'er their loved sojourn.