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The Divine Lover
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Me Lord? can’st thou mispend One word, misplace one look on me? Call’st me thy Love, thy Friend? Can this poor soul the object be Of these love-glances, those life-kindling eyes? What? I the Centre of thy arms embraces? Of all thy labour I the prize?
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