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Dread Mother of ForgetfulnessWho, when Thy reign begins,Wipest away the Soul's distress,And memory of her sins.The trusty Worm that dieth not-The steadfast Fire also,By Thy contrivance are forgotIn a completer woe.Page 254Thine are the lidless eyes of nightThat stare upon our tears,