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When all Thy mercies,
O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view,

Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,
Yet must thou fold me unaware To know the rapture of thy heart,
And I but render and confess The malice of thy tenderness

Here I make oath--Although the heart that knows its
Hear loath,
And credit less--That he who kens to meet Pain's kisses
Which hiss against his tears,

Restore thy tresses to the golden ore,
Yield Citherea's son those arcs of love,
Bequeath the heav'ns the stars that I adore,
And to th'Orient do thy pearls remove

Of thy life,
Thomas, this compass well mark:
Not aye with full sails the high seas to beat,
Ne by coward dread, in shunning storms dark,

How are Thy servants blest,
O Lord
How sure is their defense
Eternal wisdom is their guide,

I
I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden,
Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply

Charm'd by thy suffrage, shall I yet aspire (All inauspicious as my fate appears,
By troubles darken'd, that encrease with years,) To guide the crayon, or to touch the lyre
Ah me
—-the sister Muses still require A spirit free from a...

Peace in thy hands,
Peace in thine eyes,
Peace on thy brow;
Flower of a moment in the eternal hour,