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II may be lhal the tsmpter's wiles
Their souls from bliss may sever,
But, ii our own poor hGhswiil moi,
He musl be ours forever.
When we thiak on what our darling
is,


And what we still must be;
When we muse on that worlds per-
feet bliss.


And this worlds misery
When we groan beneath this load OF
sin,


And feel this grief and pain.
O, we'd rather lose our other two,
Than have him here again.