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60 I've watched thee every hour;

I know my mighty sway:

I know my magic power

To drive thy griefs away.

Few hearts to mortals given,

On earth so wildly pine;

Yet few would ask a heaven

More like this earth than thine.

Then let my winds caress thee;

Thy comrade let me be:

Since nought beside can bless thee,

Return—and dwell with me.