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A thousand, – or ten thousand Suns
Are dark in the lightnings of his eyes:
While the sand of mortal existence runs Thou wouldst Vainly to know them wouldst thou try.
No! that is a bliss for realms on high
When thou shalt breathe a heavenly air
In of Drink of immortal felicity;
It neither ebbs, – nor perishes there.
O if joy be thy earthly doom
Give it an anchorage above;
O if thy path be clouded with gloom
Steal a beam ray from that heaven's Sun of love.
Giver of joy! – my friend! my father!
In thy smile be my spirit favored may my thy
there may I roses of virtue gather:-
And strew them all my path around in
Blossoming for eternity.

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Date_1		Marginal Summary Numbering
Box	110	Main Headings
Folio number	238	Info in main headings field
Image	003	Titles	wednesday morning
Category	collectanea	Number of Pages	3
Recto/Verso	recto	Page Numbering
Penner	sir john bowring	Watermarks	[[watermarks::[partial motif] <…>19]]
Marginals		Paper Producer
Corrections		Paper Produced in Year	1819
Notes public		ID Number	36228
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