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 For me, I make, I mend, I mar, I order, and must rule; Those blessings scarcely blessings are, I have not put to school.

But life at every moment crost Is overmuch employed; Nor while I mourn o'er what is lost, Is what is saved enjoyed.

Each morn for thee in joy that breaks Thy wisdom, friend, approves; And health hath marked thee on the cheeks For one whom Nature loves.

the credit of great Love I must be brave! For else will they take senseless leave to scoff Who venture nought for Love, and nothing have, And boldly boast they are the better off.

But if I show, that having caught a wound I am content therewith, and rather choose Wounded to own Love's service than be sound, Free of his arm, or even emeritus;