And keeps the palace of the soul.
And keeps the palace of the soul.
Tea does our fancy aid, Repress those vapours which the head invade, And keeps that palace of the soul serene.
And as pale sickness does invade, Your frailer part, the breaches made, In that fair lodging still more clear, Make the bright guest, your soul, appear.
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