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On the Moor
On this high moor, with roseate heather bellsAround my feet, the heavenly blue above,
And God's breath fanning me, my spirit swells
To Thee, my Maker, with adoring love—
Content to know Thou art, and that to me
Is granted the felicity to be!
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