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BE STILL.
Peace, ruffled soul! Though shadows o'er thy brainPass dark and frequent, of all changeful ills
We know—though deep indignant sorrows stain
Thine eyes in secret—though for ever thrills
Along the skirts and shallows of thy mind
A lengthen'd sound of lighter griefs, a moan
Of chafed and fretted feelings or of blind
Vague thoughts of Life, that haunt us when alone:
Yet art thou blest, yet is thy fortress sure,
O craven warder! One strong matchless key
Locks thy vext heart to royal peace secure,—
For who shall wrest thine own sweet thoughts from thee?
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