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Thro' all the crooked paths I trod
my folly he pursu'd;
My heart astray to quick return
importunately woo'd;

Due Resignation home to press
on my capricious will
How many rescues did I meet,
beneath the mask of ill?

How many foes in ambush laid
beneath my soul's desire?
The deepest penitents are made
by what we most admire.

Have I not sometimes (real good
so little mortals know!)
Mounting the summit of my wish,
profoundly plung'd in woe?

I rarely plann'd, but cause I found
my plan's defeat to bless;
Oft I lamented an event;
it turn'd to my success:

By sharpen'd appetite to give
to good intense delight,
Thro' dark and deep perplexities
He led me to the right.

And