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 That play around a sainted infant's head. He knows (the that in secret sees, Of whose omniscient and all-spreading Love Aught to implore were impotence of mind) That my mute thoughts are sad before his throne, Prepar'd, when he his healing ray vouchsafes, To pour forth thanksgiving with lifted heart, And praise Him Gracious with a Joy!