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I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.

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I seem forsaken and alone, / I hear the lion roar; / And every door is shut but one, / And that is Mercy’s door.
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Alone Door Every Forsaken Hera Lion Loneliness Mercy One Shut
Unless a love of virtue light the flame,
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Air Flame Light Love Unless
Detested sport, That owes its pleasures to another’s pain.
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Another Detect Hunting Owe Pain Sport
Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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Around Cheer Close Fall Fire Shutter Sofa Stir
O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place.
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Alarm Face House Sage Seen Solitude
A self-made man? Yes, and one who worships his creator.
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Creator Made Man Pride Self Worship
The path of sorrow, and that path alone, leads to the land where sorrow is unknown.
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Alone Land Path Sadness Sorrow Unknown
War’s a game, which, were their subjects wise, Kings would not play at.
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Game King Ply Subject War Wise
While truths, on which eternal things depend, can hardly find a single friend.
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Depend Eternal Friend Hardly Single Thing Truth
The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flow’r. Blind unbelief is sure to err And scan His work in vain; God is His own interpreter, And He will make it plain.
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Bitter Bud God Interpreter Olan Sweet Taste Unbelief Vain Will
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
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Apealted Blest Blood Chill Each Hear Rude Rudely Supreme Theme Trifling
No traveler e’er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
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Acceptance Found Thorns Traveler
The only true happiness comes from squandering ourselves for a purpose.
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Comes Happiness Only Ourselves Purpose Squandering
And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
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Cloud Courage Saint Head Much Shall
Habits are soon assumed; but when we strive to strip them off, ’tis being flayed alive.
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Alive Assume Being Flayed Habit Strive
A fretful temper will divide the closest knot that may be tied, by ceaseless sharp corrosion; a temper passionate and fierce may suddenly your joys disperse at one immense explosion.
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Ceaseless Corrosion Divide Joy Know May Passionate Temper

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