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Rh I seek thee and cherish, I mourn and I long For thy Beauties which kindle yet baffle my Song. But not by my Merits I ask for thy Breath, For by Merit 'tis mine to perish in Death; Yet in Hope will I walk along my lone Way, And demand thy Rewards by Night and by Day; Unceasing will seek, though blindly I grope, Thy Rewards everlasting, in Faith and in Hope. For my Father, the best, the holiest One, Created in Light his now sinful Son.