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Search thou my heart;
If there be guile,
It shall depart
Before thy smile.
 
Search thou my soul;
Be there deceit,
'T will vanish whole
Before thee, sweet.
 
Upon my mind
Turn thy pure lens;
Naught shalt thou find
Thou canst not cleanse.
 
If I should pray,
I scarcely know
In just what way
My prayers would go.
 
So strong in me
I feel love’s leaven,
I 'd bow to thee
As soon as Heaven!
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