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The song fulfilld its measure; and to us Those saintly lights attended, happier made At each new ministring. Then silence brake, Amid th accordant sons of Deity, That luminary, in which the wondrous life Of the meek man of God was told to me; And thus it spake. One ear o th harvest threshd, And its grain safely stord, sweet charity Invites me with the other to like toil.