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24t Consolation

Once more, my soul, the rising day 
Salutes thy waking eyes;
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
To him that rules the skies.

'Tis he supports my mortal frame, 
My tongue shall speak his praise; 
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, 
And yet his wrath delays.

A thousand wretched souls are fled 
Since the last setting sun, 
And yet thou length'nest out my thread, 
And yet my moments run.

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