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I am a slave set free,And Love still leadeth me;Love is my leader still,Mind bows to do my will.The tumult flareth upOut of my circling cup;This is my evening star,My full moon, flaming far.The spirit slept at rest,Desire stirred not the breast,Then struck a drunken airCaught in my circling snare.O world of scent and hue,How long shall we so do?Death thy survival provesMy living all is Loves.The One my thought reveals,The One my thought conceals;Here is His dwelling-placeBehold my lofty grace!