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Such were my musings as I caught 
The lovely Sandal’s perfumed sigh: 
Then paused, heart-stricken, for methought 
Elsewhere the censure might apply. 
Born in an age, a land, of light, 
’Tis true I yield not worship vain 
To sun by day, to moon by night, 
Or golden image on the plain: 
Yet often at that solemn hour 
When to my closet I repair, 
And fain ’gainst all would “ shut the door,” 
Save Him, who hears and answers prayer; 
Yea, even then, — oh, thought abhorr’d ! 
How do I start appall’d to find 
That “ other gods beside the Lord” 
Within my bosom are enshrined ! 
Some thought I care not to control, 
Some cherished friend, some darling aim: 
These have the homage of my soul, 
E’en whilst I name Jehovah’s name. 
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