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To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.
By looking at squinting people you learn to squint.
By looking at squinting people you learn to squint.
The love of money grows as money grows.
The love of money grows as money grows.
In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
In my integrity I'll wrap me up.
He threatens many that hath injured one.
He threatens many that hath injured one.
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
Your thoughts close, and your countenance loose.
No wicked man knows happiness, and least of all the seducer of
others.
No wicked man knows happiness, and least of all the seducer of
others.
As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.
As long as the Fates permit, live cheerfully.
