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''A Lonesome Soul, I Haunt This Teeming Earth''

A lonesome soul, I haunt this teeming earth; and, ever companionless, I beside remain uncherished: never knowing mirth. Alas! Alas! Wherefore do I confide in Thee, O Lord? For, alone and unloved, I waste away year upon forlorn year: for Thou hast provided not my beloved; but, weary of my prayers, poised a deaf ear. Nevertheless, Poesy's a mistress I've newly found:—sublimest lady-love than can I know; whose love can I possess with lines the Nine Muses all but dream of. Though my absence of faith be my disgrace, Thy Providence, O Lord, still shows Thy grace!

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