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hough the rock of my last Hope is shivered,[s]And its fragments are sunk in the wave,Though I feel that my soul is deliveredTo Pain--it shall not be its slave.There is many a pang to pursue me:They may crush, but they shall not contemn;They may torture, but shall not subdue me;'Tis of _Thee_ that I think--not of them.[t]
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