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“What after-storms may beat, come blast and hail—
“Come all the ills that make the rest despair
I shall not care!”
I said “There is no good that can compare
“With this, that makes all other blessings pale,
“And if I lose e'en Heav'n, yet gain my pray'r
I shall not care!”
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