'TIS easier far a wreath to bind,
Than a good owner fort to find.
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I KILL'D a thousand flies overnight,
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IN His blest name, who was His own creation,
Who from all time makes making his vocation;
The name of Him who makes our faith so bright,
Love, confidence, activity, and might;
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To the grave one day from a house they bore
A maiden;
To the window the citizens went to explore;
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FITTING perfumes to prepare,
And to raise thy rapture high,
Must a thousand rosebuds fair
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My grief no mortals know,
Except the yearning!
Alone, a prey to woe,
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MY mistress, where sits she?
What is it that charms?
The absent she's rocking,
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THE happiness that man, whilst prison'd here,
Is wont with heavenly rapture to compare,--
The harmony of Truth, from wavering clear,--
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LIKE the vulture
Who on heavy morning clouds
With gentle wing reposing
Looks for his prey,--
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