Thy every look
And every grace
So charm
Whenever
I
View thee
Till death
Overtake me
In the chase
Still
Will my hopes
Pursue thee
Then when my
Tedious hours
Have past
Be this
My last
Blessing
Given
Low
At thine feet
To breathe
My last
And die
In sight
Of heaven
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