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Come, my Beloved, let us go forth into the fields, let us lodge in the villages, Cant. vii. II.
I
Thou object of my highest bliss,And of my dearest love,
Come, let us from this tiresome world,
And all its cares remove.
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II
Among the murm'ring crystal streams,The groves, and flow'ry fields,
Let's try the calm and silent joys
That blest retirement yields.
III
There, far from all the busy world,To thee alone I'll live,
And taste more pleasure in thy smiles
Than all things else can give.
IV
My pure desires, and holy vows,Shall centre all in thee;
While ev'ry hour to sacred love
Shall consecrated be.
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