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Yes, now have I found thee, and thee will keep,
Though thy spirits yell on the midnight steep;
Though the earth should quake when nature is still,
And the thunders growl in the breast of the hill;
Though the moon should frown through a pall of gray,
And the stars fling blood on the Milky Way;
Since now I have found thee, I'll hold thee fast,
Till thou garnish my song—it is the last!