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400 Moreen




Oft I am told the muse will prove,
A friend to piety and love;
Straight I begin some sacred song,
And take my Savior on my tongue,

Strangely I lose his lovely face,
To hold the empty sound in chase,
At best the chimes divide my heart,
And the muse shares the greatest part.


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