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[O Muse the Comforter! that in this vale]

O Muse the Comforter! that in this vale,
Thick strewn with shadows and adversity,
Walk'st with thy followers and mak'st them free,
Teaching their mounting thoughts high heaven to scale,
And, with toiled hearts when thou perceivest them fail,
Steepest their lips in clear cold Castaly,
And washest them from stained mortality;—
How much thy fostering cares, dear Muse, avail!
Yet me, alas, a heavier grief invades
Than thou canst cure; thou hast no sovereign art
For sadder thoughts than spring from Death's dark shades.
O Holy Spirit of God, sit Thou in my heart,
And teach me, with true faith, earnest not blind,
To break these mists, and see His face behind.
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