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GRATITUDE.
I number you by thousands, unseen friends,And dearly precious is your love to me:
Yea, what a goodly company ye be!
Far as the noble brotherhood extends
Of English hearts and tongues o'er land and sea:
How rich am I in love:—the sweet amends
For all whatever little else of pain
Some few unkindly cause; most rich in love,
From mine own home to earth's remotest ends:
Let me then count my store, my glorious gain,
This wealth, that my poor merit far transcends,
Your loving kindness,—echoing from above
The Highest Blessing on my works and ways,
‘Eu doule agathe,’ my Father's praise.
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