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STANZAS.
But mine ear would rather listenTo the human voice benign;And mine eye would soonest glisten,When that voice belov'd is Thine!
It is something left to cheer me,While a pilgrim here below,To believe thy love is near me,In each conflict I may know.
But a purer thought is blendedWith each feeling turn'd to thee;And a hope afar extended,Thy affection lends to me:
'Tis the thought which will not perish,Of far more than earth can yield;'Tis the hope faith loves to cherishOf enjoyments unreveal'd!
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