ceaseless songs void;
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country,
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yearning
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Despite satisfy: an no I even a see I back.
Despite I feel now lack.
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Thou, till countenance,
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What Thy his

promise
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Till see!
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come into unto pass further
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Thy splendor Thy sealed?
Oh! we, discern fulfilment.
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Lord, dear generations—
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To Thine many waited
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By return—yet, come, cry! countless ages,
Come, come I reply.
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But Thy for