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Alone
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Ay, we are dreamed; and, if ever the Dreamer
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But this longing to live!
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Dust to dust? No, that doom
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God? And where then was man?
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Will He cease?
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Then, on whom Faith has leaned
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Famine, pestilence, flood
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Where is fault, then, or sin
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No! the seeming is thine
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