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So grant me, God, from every care And stain of passion free,
Aloft, thro' virtues purer air, To hold my course to thee;
My soul as home she springs,
Thy sunshine on her joyful way;
Thy freedom in her wings.
DUETT. FLOWER! WHEN EVENING GATHERS ROUND THEE.