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Heaven is my guardian; heaven approvesA blameless life, by song made sweet;Come hither, and the fields and grovesTheir horn shall empty at your feet.Here, shelter'd by a friendiy tree,In Teian measures you shall singBright Circe and Penelope,Love-smitten both by one sharp sting.