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535 She's happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She's busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air— She's tearful—if she weep at all— For blissful Causes—Most of all That Heaven permit so meek as her— To such a Fate—to Minister.
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