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But Truth shall mar my peace no more!Her empire I abjure,Who still delights to show the sore,But never shows the cure.No more her gall shall drug my bowl;No more beneath her harsh controulMy swelling heart shall pine:Her burning chains I burst, and nowTo bind my willing senses vow,Blest Vanity, in thine!
Hear, loved Deluder! hear my prayer!Restore my bosom's rest;Borne on yon rainbow cleave the air,And lull me on thy breast!Thy glittering fillet o'er my viewBind with benignant hand; renewThe flattering dreams of youth;For sure, 'tis better far to cheatThe mind to bliss with kind deceit,Than wound with painful truth!
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