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And what is this place not seen,

      Where Hearts may hide serene?—

      "'Tis a fair still house well-kept,

      Which humble thoughts have swept,

            And holy prayers made clean.

      There, I sit with Love in the sun,

      And we two never have done

Singing sweeter songs than are guessed by one."

                        Heart, wilt thou go?

                              —"No, no!

                  Warm hearts are fuller so."