Yes

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When was thy Rose bound to meet

mine eyes exempt and with her heart

once more to love\'s rhythm beat,

so she\'d need not stand her beauty\'s guard?

To restrain the doubt that stood thy judgment\'s loyal hound

and relish the soul\'s abiding glee

without adverse exception to be found,

is rarest a fortune bestowed to thee.

How was I, to unending sin enthralled,

worthy of thy tender Grace?

T\'was her my desperate succour called,

that light did shine upon thy loving face.

\'Mongst the finest did thy vessel rank

that in harbour her majesty did boast;

now her sails pure she carries blank,

which lack thy song so carefully composed.

T\'was Mercy thy heart did brew,

so my heart, o so yearning to be free,

could stand as arbiter his own, so just and true,

and affirm the vow I gave to thee.