When Age Or Chance Has Made Me Blind, So That The Path I Cannot Find, And When My Falls And Stumblings Are More Than The Stones I' Th' Street By Far, Go Thou Afore, And I Shall Well Follow Thy Perfumes By The Smell; Or Be My Guide, And I Shall Be Led By Some Light That Flows From Thee. Thus Held Or Led By Thee, I Shall In Ways Confus'D Nor Slip Or Fall.
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