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 Me a thousand hopes and pleasures,
 * A thousand recollections bland,

Thoughts sublime, and stately measures,
 * Revisit on thy echoing strand:

Dreams, (the Soul herself forsaking,)
 * Tearful raptures, boyish mirth;

Silent adorations, making
 * A blessed shadow of this Earth!

O ye hopes, that stir within me,
 * Health comes with you from above!

God is with me, God is in me!
 * I cannot die, if Life be Love.