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I'll Follow Thee And Make A Heaven Of Hell, To Die Upon The Hand I Love So Well

A Breath Thou Art, Servile To All The Skyey Influences.

Many A Man's Tongue Shakes Out His Master's Undoing.

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

How Sharper Than A Serpent's Tooth It Is To Have A Thankless Child!