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! if thy soft controul Can soothe the sickness of the soul, Can bid the warring passions cease, And breathe the calm of tender peace; Wisdom ! I bless thy gentle sway, And ever, ever will obey. But if thou com'st with frown austere, To nurse the brood of Care and Fear; To bid our sweetest passions die, And leave us in their room a sigh;