How often must it love, how often hate!
How often hope, despair, resent, regret,
Conceal, disdain - do all things but forget.
But let Heav'n seize it, all at once 'tis fir'd;
Not touch'd, but rapt; not waken'd, but inspir'd!
Oh come! oh teach me nature to subdue,
Renounce my love, my life, myself - and you.
Fill my fond heart with God alone, for he
Alone
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