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1   VII| storm of warlike broil;~This wilderness doth us in safety keep,~
2  VIII|    fields of heaven's bright wilderness,~Sleep, the soul's rest,
3   XII|   suspicion had or doubt,~To wilderness my steps I first addressed,~
4   XIX|   mature flight.~And fled to wilderness and desert ground,~And there
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