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Nor times shall lack, when while the work it plies,
Unsummoned powers the blinding film shall part,
And scarce by happy tears made dim, the eyes
In recognition start.
As wills Thy will, or give or e'en forbear
The beatific supersensual sight,
So, with Thy blessing blest, that humbler prayer
Approach Thee morn and night.
With graceful seat and skilful hand,
Upon the fiery steed,
Prompt at a moment to command,
As fittest, or concede,
Lady! happy he whose will
Shall manliest homage pay
To that which yielding ever, still
Shall in its yielding sway:
Yea, happy he, whose willing soul
In perfect love combined
With thine shall form one perfect whole,
One happy heart and mind!
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