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When griefs like waves 'ore one another roul,
And overwhelm his qite-dejected soul
When he lies groaning on a restless bed,
With a sad bleeding heart and aking head,
Brimfull of anguish and repeated pain,
He weeps and frames his partcht lips to complain
Breaths up to Heaven a very earnest prayr
(Scarce dare he hope, yet dares he not despair)
But all his supplications mount in vain,
God will not hear nor answer him again.
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