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A
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Serene, I fold my hands and wait,
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B
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Nor care for wind, nor tide, nor sea;
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A
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I rave no more 'gainst time or fate,
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B
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For, lo! my own shall come to me.
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C
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I stay my haste, I make delays,
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D
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For what avails this eager pace?
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C
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I stand amid the eternal ways,
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D
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And what is mine shall know my face.
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E
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Asleep, awake, by night or day,
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B
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The friends I seek are seeking me;
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E
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No wind shall drive my bark astray,
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B
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Nor change the tide of destiny.
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F
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What matter if I stand alone?
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G
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I wait with joy the coming years;
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F
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My heart shall reap where it has sown,
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G
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And garner up its fruit of tears.
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H
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The waters know their own, and draw
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I
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The brook that springs in yonder height;
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H
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So flows the good, with equal law
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I
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Unto the soul of pure delight.
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J
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The stars come nightly to the sky;
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B
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The tidal wave unto the sea;
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J
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Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high,
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B
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Can keep my own away from me.
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