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Ere yet I reach'd the middle of life's way,I found myself within a darksome wood,
Where most that in me dwelt of native good
Was stifled or obscured, my inner day
Was dimm'd, and more and more I went astray,
By Demas fool'd, by Lamian spells subdued;
And with keen zeal unworthy aims pursued,
Prizing as jewels things of common clay.
Not mine the merit that at length I woke.
Ofttimes mine ears had caught the Master's word,
But now within my heart his voice was heard;
And thou, my dear one, camest to my side.
I took thee for my guardian and my guide,
And bow'd my spirit to thy gentle yoke.
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