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-2- Thou shalt rob me no more of sweet silence and rest For I have proved thee a trap a seducer at best. Yes thou spirit of darkness transformed out of light, Thou volutuous form clad in raiment of white It is thine when our passions seem conquered and fled But to raise up and cherish the evils we dread. Then go where vice haunts the thotless and gay Where the midnight of folly sends reason away, When the mind draws its sorrows, its pleasures from thence And the hearts pants alone for the raptures of sense. But, Oh! enter thou not where devotion has trod To beguile the soul from its duly to God; For the well springs of life and the
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-2- Thou shalt rob me no more of sweet silence and rest For I have proved thee a trap a seducer at best. Yes thou spirit of darkness transformed out of light, Thou volutuous form clad in raiment of white It is thine when our passions seem conquered and fled But to raise up and cherish the evils we dread. Then go where vice haunts the thotless and gay Where the midnight of folly sends reason away, When the mind draws its sorrows, its pleasures from thence And the hearts pants alone for the raptures of sense. But, Oh! enter thou not where devotion has trod To beguile the soul from its duly to God; For the well springs of life and the
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