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Weary | with toil,| I haste | me to | my bed,
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The dear | repose | for limbs | with trav|el
tired;
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But then | begins | a journ|ey in | my head
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To work | my mind,| when bo|dy's work's |
expired:
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For then | my thoughts |(from far | where I |
abide)
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Intend | a zeal|ous pilg|rimage | to thee,
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And keep | my droop|ing eye|lids^op|en wide,
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Looking | on dark|ness which | the blind | do
see:
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Save that | my soul's | imag|inar|y sight
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Presents | thy shad|ow to | my sight|less view,
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Which like a jew|el hung | in ghast|ly night,
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Makes black night | beauteous,| and her old |
face^new.
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Lo* thus | by day | my limbs,| by night | my mind,
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For thee,| and for | myself,| no qui|et find.