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All blessings ask a blessed mood;
The garnish here is more than meat;
Happy who takes sweet gratitude;
Next, best, though bitter, is regret.

'Tis well if on the tempest's gloom
You see the covenant of God;
But far, far happier he on whom
The kiss works better than the rod.
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