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Rh What matters song with harp and voice, What matters if we tread where trod The saints, and in the dance rejoice Before the holy Ark of God, If soon, too soon, at ease the soul Cast off her widow's weeds and dole, And dissipate what she should feel Continually; and what she pays, Poor guilty thing, in thanks and praise, From her repentance rashly steal!