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Or ne'er thought aright,Roams the bosom's labyrinth through,

On your altar so pure, adding sweet rosebuds as well,And he does it with hope. The artist is glad in his workshop,

And loosens the trembling slave's tongue.Let's not seek to spare then the heart-stirring drink,For though in the barrel the old wine may sink,