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E'en humbl'd as I am, it is my pride. Heaven's dearest blessings rest upon thy head!— And now, since we must part, do in thy love, Do for me this last grace; bid me farewel, And let my earthly sorrows now be clos'd. Heaven's blessing rest upon thee! Thou art return'd, my soul, what would'st thou have?

A thought—a wish did press upon my heart, But it is gone.

I thank thee for thy wish; It is a good one, tho' thou canst not speak it, And it will do me good. But leave me! leave me! Thou wilt unfit me for a task of strength. Ah, wherefore still! wilt thou be cruel to me?

O, no! O, no! I know not what I do: It is all mist and darkness with me now: I look upon thee, but I see thee not.