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i.

Oh, smile on me, thou syren of my soul!

O

O

O

That I may curb my thoughts to some control

And not offend thee, as in truth I do,

Morning, and noon and night, when I pursue

My vagrant fancies, unallow'd of thee,

But fraught with such consolement unto me

As may be felt in homeward-sailing ships

When wind and wave contend upon the sea.

ii.

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Dower me with patience and imbue me still

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