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I have said or sung, Some bitter notes my harp would give, Yea, tho' there often seem'd to live A contradiction on the tongue,

Yet Hope had never lost her youth; She did but look thro' dimmer eyes; Or Love but play'd with gracious lies, Because he felt so fix'd in truth:

And if the song were full of care, He breathed the spirit of the song; And if the words were sweet and strong He set his royal signet there;

Abiding with me till I sail To seek thee on the mystic deeps, And this electric force, that keeps A thousand pulses dancing, fail.