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Then cruel and deep is the Ice Spirit's sting;
 The world no relief can impart;
Nor time, nor forgetfulness ever can bring
 A cure for this wound of the heart.

Then where is the place where the wretched may rest,
 And forget every sorrow and care?
'T is Heaven alone is the region so blest,
 For the Ice Spirit never comes there.