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art the goal for which my spirit longs; As dove on dove, Bound for one home, I send thee all my songs With all my love.

Thou art the haven with fair harbour lights; Safe locked in thee, My heart would anchor after stormful nights Alone at sea.

Thou art the rest of which my life is fain, The perfect peace; Absorbed in thee the world, with all its pain And toil, would cease.