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I've watched thee every hour;
  I know my mighty sway:
I know my magic power
  To drive thy griefs away.

Few hearts to mortals given,
  On earth so wildly pine;
Yet few would ask a heaven
  More like this earth than thine.

Then let my winds caress thee
  Thy comrade let me be:
Since nought beside can bless thee,
  Return—and dwell with me.