YEA, TO LOVE HIMSELF IS POUR' D
THIS FRAIL SONG OF HOPE AND FEAR.
THOU ART LOVE, OF ONE ACCORD
WITH KIND SLEEP TO BRING HER NEAR
STILL - EYED, DEEP - EYED, AH HOW DEAR.
MASTER, LORD,
IN HER NAME IMPLOR' D, O HEAR!
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