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O Beloved
O Beloved, I shudder and I shrink,
Dare I to speak, ah! dare I once to think
Of e'er again that only longed for bliss,
To fall upon the dust, Thy feet to kiss.
Dare I to weep, my tears would form a sea,
And in that sea, I'd drown in exstasy,
O' Beloved, dare I to ask to die,
This soul released, instantly to Thee would'st fly.
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