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    "text": "Thou comest! all is said without a word.",
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   {
    "text": "I sit beneath thy looks, as children do",
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    "text": "In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through",
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    "text": "Their happy eyelids from an unaverred",
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    "text": "Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred",
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   {
    "text": "In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue",
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    "text": "The sin most, but the occasion⁠—that we two",
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    "text": "Should for a moment stand unministered",
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   {
    "text": "By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,",
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   {
    "text": "Thou dove-like help! and when my fears would rise,",
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    "text": "With thy broad heart serenely interpose:",
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    "text": "Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies",
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    "text": "These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those,",
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    "text": "Like callow birds left desert to the skies.",
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