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...edification, or improvement, which this fund of knowledge doth not supply. — — Yet not the more, Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring,...Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Zion, and the flow'ry banks beneath, That washed thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit....

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