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'I sit and weep while blessed spirits sing;

I can but long and pine the while they praise,

And, leaning o'er the wall of heaven, I fling

My voice to where I deem my infant strays,

Like a robbed bird that cries in vain to bring

Her nestlings back beneath her wings' embrace; 630

But still he answers not, and I but know

That heaven and earth are both alike in woe.'