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Oh, lead me from those paths with error fraught,
Whose snares too oft my heedless steps betide;
Restrain the hasty speech, and roving thought,
And fear of feeble man, and causeless pride,
And all the secret ills that in my heart reside.
ON HEARING A TOLLING BELL.
CAST out and banish'd from thy sight,
I cannot live without thy love,
I cannot dwell without thy light,
In earth below, or heaven above.
Cast me not off: my strength is small;
What can I in the day of death?
Forsake me not, or else I fall,
My life is but an airy breath.
