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Let others Independence prize,And proudly boast their actions free;Unenvying, I their power despise,And boast, that I depend on Thee!Depend for guidance, food, and aid,For every comfort, every joyOf Him. . . . .who but for Thee, dear Maid,Would be a friendless poor Blind Boy!
Then love me still, nor e'er forsakeA Being so forlorn as I!Oh! love me still, nor bid to breakHis heart, who robbed of Thee must die!That hour, which hears thee say "Adieu!"Will love and life at once destroy:But love me, love me still, . . . . . .and whoIs blest like Thee, thou poor Blind Boy!
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