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How blest the soul to whom indulgent heaven
Speaks peace divine and whispers you're forgiven
For her all nature smiles, on evry tree
Faith reads this Motto Jesus died for me.
Wether inclin'd thro flowry fields to rove
To trace the valley or explore the grove
Some beam etherial circles her around
And light and life and sacred joys are found
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