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Oh, heal me, too, or take me
Back to the evening star…
Nay, you are better than these healed,
I leave you as you are.

Here is too much of remedy,
Of eyes with learning dim,
There is to come Another
And you will laugh to Him.

Your misery that is glorious
Beside a troubled pool,
You will hold glittering to Him
The wisdom of a fool.
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