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Serene will be our days and bright,
I, loving freedom, and untried;
Through no disturbance of my soul,
Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear
Thou dost preserve the Stars from wrong; . And the most ancient Heavens through Thee are fresh
To humbler functions, awful Power!
Nuns fret not at their Convent's narrow room;