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116 Or in the cloud an’ viry stroke O’ thunder that do split the woak.

O valley dear! I wish that I ’D a-liv’d in former times, to die Wi’ all the happy souls that trod Thy turf in peäce, an’ died to God; Or gone wi’ them that laugh’d an’ zung In happy days when I wer young!