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My Heart ran so to thee
It would not wait for me
And I affronted grew
And drew away

For whatsoe'er my pace
He first achieve they Face
How general a Grace
Allotted two-

Not in malignity
Mentioned I this to thee-
Had he obliquity
Soonest to share
But for the Greed of him-
Boasting my Premium-
Basking in Bethleem
Ere I be there-