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No more now with jealous complaining
shall you be vext; nor I with fears
torture my heart: my heart is secure now,
and laughs at follies of former tears.
No more now with the endless paining
of idle desires shall day distress;
nor night, from passionate envy pure now,
with insupportable loneliness.
Truth and trust so sweetly possess
my fortress of peace, no more to be shaken;
from dreams of joy to joy i awaken
and wander in fields of happiness.
Foolish once, now i'll be wise,
and live in the light of your trusting eyes.
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