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Where deer is wont to run.
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Of one full well he
know.
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He puts the rush aside,
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Oh young, heart-broken, weary youth!
God chasteneth whom he love;
Thy thoughts were ever with thy bride;
They never soared above.
But since the one thou lovest so well,
Hast flown to realms of rest,