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| O NO, Belov’d: I am most sure | |
| These virtuous habits we acquire | |
| As being with the soul entire | |
| Must with it ever more endure. | |
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| Else should our souls in vain elect; | 5 |
| And vainer yet were Heaven’s laws, | |
| When to an everlasting cause | |
| They give a perishing effect. | |
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| These eyes again thine eyes shall see, | |
| These hands again thine hand enfold, | 10 |
| And all chaste blessings can be told | |
| Shall with us everlasting be. | |
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| For if no use of sense remain | |
| When bodies once this life forsake, | |
| Or they could no delight partake, | 15 |
| Why should they ever rise again? | |
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| And if ev’ry imperfect mind | |
| Make love the end of knowledge here, | |
| How perfect will our love be where | |
| All imperfection is refined! | 20 |
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| So when from hence we shall be gone, | |
| And be no more nor you nor I; | |
| As one another’s mystery | |
| Each shall be both, yet both but one. | |
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