![]() The human soul that through me ran. . . . |
![]() I call thee: I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour; Oh, let my weakness have an end! |
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![]() Of servile opportunity to gold. |
![]() One of the mountains; each a mighty Voice. |
![]() True to the kindred points of heaven and home. |
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![]() Why all this toil and trouble? |
![]() Or surely you'll grow double. . . . |
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